Suppose, for instance, that men were only represented in literature as the lovers of women, and were never the friends of men, soldiers, thinkers, dreamers […] literature would be incredibly impoverished, as indeed literature is impoverished beyond our counting by the doors that have been shut upon women.
Month: January 2016
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own (via bakerstreets)
me: why don’t white people believe in lotion?
he: i don’t know. ashiness is the source of our power.
why do “daddy doms” always write their about me like “welcome to my own private corner of the internet where all my most private and depraved fantasies will be explored. You’re not ready for the sick playground that is my mind”
like calm down mate it’s just a porn blog it’s 50 pages of boring blowjob gifs and b+w photos of thin white girls bending over
^^ accurate af