You know how it is.
truth
bdsm except i strap you down and make you take vitamins and drink enough water and get enough sleep and cut toxic people out of your life and give you a hug and a massage and tell you what a strong person you are
The thing people don’t realise is this is BDSM at it’s best. It doesn’t have to be “I tie you up and have sex with you all day”.
And for all these reasons, I’ve decided to scalp you, and burn your village to the ground.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
Preeeeach.
“Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.” – Frida Kahlo.
Dustin Hoffman on playing a woman in Tootsie (1982)
“If I was going to be a woman, I would want to be as beautiful as possible. And they said to me, ‘Uh, that’s as beautiful as we can get you.’ And I went home and started crying to my wife, and I said, ‘I have to make this picture.’ And she said, ‘Why?’ And I said, ‘Because I think I’m an interesting woman when I look at myself on screen, and I know that if I met myself at a party, I would never talk to that character because she doesn’t fulfill, physically, the demands that we’re brought up to think that women have to have in order for us to ask them out.’ She says, ‘What are you saying?’ and I said, ‘There’s too many interesting women I have not had the experience to know in this life because I have been brainwashed.’ It was not what it felt like to be a woman. It was what it felt like to be someone that people didn’t respect, for the wrong reasons. I know it’s a comedy. But comedy’s a serious business.”
This is a man in tears when he came up against the experience of being a woman in a misogynist society, and realizing what it means for them, and for him, too.
Thanks for putting up with this for six months, babe.
This. Right now.
Except, not really in terms of looking at other people. More in terms of looking at myself, just myself, and thinking fuck it, I’d like to fall back in love with myself. I’m a goddess. Laurels and all.
Just click through and read it.
Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
Marc Hack (via thelittleyellowdiary)
Once a week, three friends and I meet up to watch movies. The cast of characters of the movie-watching group have wound up being:
- Craftsmate – The classmate who found my tumblr and proceeded to give me an identity crisis.
- That guy from my frat – A former hookup who has now become a rather good friend. And, much to my mixed dismay and amusement, has become friends with Craftsmate.
- The Redhead – A friend of mine who helps run a student organization with me. I have pretty solid evidence that she, along with everyone else in the room, is kinky as all get-out.
Sometimes, I glance around the room at them and try not to die from laughter or irony or whatever else. It’s strange how things work out, but I’m learning to be comfortable with the weirdness.
Truth: The more I fight you on it, the more I actually want that ballgag in my mouth.