Goats are odd
I feel everything.
I don’t know which is worse.
the general public is a truly amazing category of human beings
When Iggy thought she could come at Snoop, she didn’t realize she was auditioning for Drag Me to Hell 2
I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”
I feel so conflicted right now
That awkward moment when Hugh Hefner is more trans-positive than most feminists of the same era.
High school ended today and honestly the only thing I’m proud of all year is the adventures my friends and I had making food in the hallways during our free period
If this isn’t good marketing I literally don’t want to know what is.
Im pretty sure I walk past a lot more cops than that
Rape is the only crime on the books for which arguing that the temptation to commit it was too clear and obvious to resist is treated as a defence. For every other crime, we call that a confession.
I’ve gotten more angry asks about this post than I have actual reblogs.
I literally put my coffee down, stared at the screen and said “Holy shit…”
this is still my favorite post ever