Was inspired by the picture one of my followers edited, so I got bored and did this.
But seriously what the fuck is up with pansexuals
We’re so freaking weird, we are basically all people from Nightvale. We light on fire, we turn into dragons, we have a whole pansexual council. We take pride in our lack of existence. What are we?
We are all.
a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
yup, the Libra one is pretty accurate
This is kind of fantastic omg
But, even if you’re not fat, if you’re a woman, you’re probably still so caught up with your toxic weight shit that you can’t even see straight. During my working life I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been part of these ridiculous workplace group diets. Almost all of the participants have been women. Sometimes they even try to bribe one another with money. They all put in ten dollars on the first week and whoever loses the most wins the pool at the end of 4 months, or whatever it is. Look, I’m like you. I’ve done it too. And at a perfectly normal, healthy weight I’ve done it. All because of a sick, shitful, ugly little voice in the back of my head that tells me I ought to be smaller.
And that’s the rub, right there. Exactly why do we want to be smaller? What exactly is the appeal of being smaller? How does it benefit us? Does it make us better mothers? Better students? Better lovers? Better artists? Scientists? Friends? Does it make us more badass badasses?
No, no, no, no, no. You must see that it doesn’t. It doesn’t do anything but make us smaller.
Babies and puppies are small. So are dimes and Skittles. You’re a fucking woman. A woman! You are entitled to occupy as much fucking space as you like with your awesomeness, and you better be suspicious as fuck of anybody who tells you differently.
Why, ladies? Why must we continue to whittle ourselves down? Who is it for? What is it for? You can walk through a certain aisle at the pharmacy or at the grocery store and see the language of diminishment all over the packaging for weight loss aids of all kinds. “Shrink your waist.” “Lose inches off your thighs.” “Slim down.” “Get skinny.”
How about “Grow your mind.” “Increase your confidence and productivity.” “Beef up your knowledge.” “Enlarge your scope of asskicking.”
That’s a valid message for women and girls: grow, expand, branch out, open up, get bigger, wider, faster, stronger, better, smarter. Go up not down. Get strong, not skinny.
You are not here to get smaller. You are not here to have a thin waist and thighs. You are not here to disappear. You’re here to change the world! Change the fucking world, then! Forget about “losing a few pounds.” Think about what you could be gaining instead.”
Ladybud.com (via creatingaquietmind)
This is just pure brilliance.
It’s impossible to photograph, but the moon in this piece is shimmery iridescent, painted with lustre pigment diluted with full moon water. Quite literally magical ;)
Krystal for Elle Korea, August 2014
I got an email from one of my lecturers about coming in to discuss changing courses at uni. It asked me to come in today (as in the day that has just passed) in the afternoon some time.
I replied saying that I had just been totally swamped and unable to check my email until that evening and recieved the email too late, asking to make it a day later in the week.
What I actually meant was, I was too busy watching anime and hadn’t checked my school email ヽ（・＿・；)ノ
Who do they think I am, someone who checks my email on a regular basis? Seriously though, note to self - check email more than once a week.