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I’m sorry friends, but “just google it” is no longer viable advice. What are we even telling people to do anymore, go try to google useful info and the first three pages are just ads for products that might be the exact opposite of what the person is trying to find but The Algorithm thinks the words are related enough? And if it’s not ads it’s just sponsored websites filled with listicles, just pages and pages of “TOP FIFTEEN [thing you googled] IMAGINED AS DISNEY PRINCESSES” like… what are we even doing anymore, google? I can no longer use you as shorthand for people doing real and actual helpful research on their own.

the idea that restrooms, locker rooms, etc need to be single-sex spaces in order for women to be safe is patriarchy's way of signalling to men & boys that society doesn't expect them to behave themselves around women. it is directly antifeminist. it would be antifeminist even if trans people did not exist. a feminist society would demand that women should be safe in all spaces even when there are men there.

“If you have time to watch Netflix you have time for a side hustle” my side hustle is relaxing so that my body and brain can heal from by this nose-to-the-grindstone bullshit. I refuse to feel guilty for being a human with the need to relax sometimes. my side hustle is no.

the fact that any athlete can be subjected to "gender testing" on a whim because osmeone thinks she is too strong, too fast, just simply Too Good to be a woman is so fucking antifeminist, how can these people not see it?

I am showing this to every person who ever tells me to “just do it”

NO LOUISE IT ISNT IN MY SCHEDULE AND I DIDNT TAKE MY VYVANCE TODAY, MIND YOUR OWN BUISNESS BITCH

executive dysfunction is literally like. ive had a random dollar on my floor for two weeks and i dont know when ill fit it in my schedule to pick it up. people dont realize this

I’ve got 99 plot bunnies and I can’t write one.

you ever send someone a video you think they'd enjoy and realize you already sent it to them a month ago? so you just... awkwardly delete it and act like you didn't just send it again?

So I've been inactive for about six weeks now, and not because I've been busy with anything Kirby-related, college-related, or otherwise. This blog just sort of dropped off my list of things somehow. It happens. It'll probably happen again sometime in the future (hopefully not anytime soon).

I should be able to kick up my activity now that it's Thanksgiving break and I really have no excuse not to.

I dropped out don't tell dad

About soulmate AU’s and the “No Soulmark = no Soulmate” thing

to be honest I’m specifically thinking of like first/last words au’s. but other indicators/interpretations could also work.

there are billions of people on earth, this is a fact, you will not meet anywhere close to every single person within your lifetime. like just from a statistical standpoint this is true.

the thing is within a lot of soulmate au’s a lack of an indicator is taken as a lack of a soulmate. instead what if it meant you would never meet that someone who’s the other part of your soul? the angst has the potential to be so much worse. romantic or not.

imagine all your friends get their indicators but you don’t. they all are guaranteed to meet their person (or persons) at least once in their lifetimes but you won’t. you will never meet them, your person does exist, but you will never know them, no one will ever know you the way soulmates do.

just imagine

i think that’d make some soulmate au’s more interesting.

I've posted my new f1 meme compilation TWICE but tumblr keeps eating them

Enji: On the count of three. We tell each other our deepest darkest desire.

Rei: Ready? One, two, three.

Both: DIVORCE!!!

Enji: Oh my god.

Rei: Holy fuck, thank fuck.

Enji: Get the car keys, I’ll get my wallet.

My brother moved out. First time, finally adulting! Funny thing is the next day he came home for dinner because "i know how to use the oven, I just don't want to, not yet" I'm near positive if he didn't have access to take-away he would starve because he is a disaster in the kitchen.

NOOOooooo....

I was hoping to capture the moment I hit 69, but alas, I fell asleep for a little too long. u.u,

I'm happy to have so many followers, don't get me wrong. But it does not fill the hole in my heart that the haha funny number would have filled... /j /silly

Finally going to sleep. Didn't do this sooner for whatever reason, don't know why. Good morning, goodbye, see yall later.

‘Coming’ Over

I’m knocking at your door. I’m standing out here in my coat, the long grey one. Can’t you hear me? I’ve got on my black, knee-length, high heeled boots. The water drops glisten on the polish. You must be able to. My dark hair is covered by the low hood, but it’s been blow-dried. Come on, open up. The dark wool is itching against my chest. I’m wearing nothing else, except for the shoes. My nipples ache, from more than just the cold. I’m listening through the letterbox. I can hear a fire crackling in the hearth. My lips are painted red, and they are hungering for you. I try not to bite down. I want to look good for you. For you. I’ve rung the bell too, even though I know it’s been bust for months. An old habit. I’m finding it hard to wait. My fingers have slipped between the buttons, slid down, and now they’re pressing there too, even though I know it won’t be enough. I need more, but several inches of solid wood are keeping me from yours. I hear a sound, and for a moment I’m hopeful… Your garden wall is low, and the neighbour’s washing blows in the gale, and she rushes to get it down. I don’t care. The goosebumps are spreading up from my socks, which only cover up till my knees. I shift, tightening the grip of my thighs, anticipative. I stand still now, looking into the still, white curtains behind the little glass panes. My breath steams. I sigh. Drip. I lean against the door. It isn’t enough. I need more. I need… I’ve banged on the door again. …I knead my breasts, standing now against the door frame. Home is where the heart is. Let me in. You know you want to. My eyes are smouldering within the black painted frames. A -picture of predilection. I shiver. Answer. The rain is coming down heavy, each drop thudding, each one touching an individual spot all over the surface of the driveway. Each sound is a sting while I remain pristine and unmarked. Why are you still reading this? Get your hand out of your pants and open the door. I’m waiting…