“Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself.”—Daniell Koepke (via yeswecancan)
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Ugh, so I went out on a date tonight because I put in my OkCupid profile that I would go out on a date with anyone that could beat me in a game of Words With Friends, and the date in and of itself was fine, but he kept like touching my hand and back and then at the end, he walked me to my car, and gave me a hug, which was also fine, but then he went in for a kiss, so I turned my head away, and he just kept trying for it, so I leaned away, and he still kept trying, so I was like, “uhhh no”, so he stopped and apologized and said that he “misread” me like how was a goddamn smile and a returned hug a signal for you to give me a kiss? Because it totally wasn’t.
“If I’d had children and had a girl, the first words I would have taught her would have been “fuck off” because we weren’t brought up ever to say that to anyone, were we? And it’s quite valuable to have the courage and the confidence to say, “No, fuck off, leave me alone, thank you very much.”—Dame Helen Mirren (x)
I made a Misty costume for Halloween, and all I can think about is having people be Ash and Brock with me, but not as a group costume, more as a threesome or porn-type thing because I’m horny and I want to wear my damn costume tomorrow because I look good in it but I don’t know if people wear costumes the day after Halloween?