Being A Good Person Is A Choice. Don’t Let People Fool You Into Believing That Truly Good People Never

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all women born after 800 AD do is tempt, blaspheme, witchcraft, eat potent herbs to aid in their foul divinations, and lie

my honest, best and most fulfilling advice for young girls and women is to not cater to what other men think, need or desire from you. in fact, if you don’t like a man for any reason, be honest with yourself and don’t spend time around him if he makes you uncomfortable in any way. if possible, set as many boundaries as you desire. block and do what you must. you’re not here to coddle a man’s feelings.

from a very early age i was taught to smile and be polished, make myself small (as small as i could) so a man would enjoy my presence. i didn’t listen to my intuition when a man showed red flags and i wish i did.

listen to you. to your voice and other girls’ voices. the male gaze is not at all important or defining of your worth, talents and accomplishments. if a man bothers you or harms you in any way, do not be silent! you are allowed to take up space. you are your own human being and not an extension of his judgment. 

(terfs/transphobes/creeps: do not interact)

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Soup hold sadness like no other food can

i understand why undersexed husbands get super into home improvement. my lover’s had an opposite work schedule to mine for 4 days and it’s got me putting joint compactor in my walls with a spackling knife

“the meaning of life is love” if you mean romantic then no, I am walking away from your definition and mind that values romance as the single pillar of life. if instead you mean the devotion of a friend to knowing the recipe of your favourite soup, the never-ending patience of your fingers scratching your pet’s itchy fur in just the perfect spot, the gentleness of the old neighbour tending to flower that will only bloom one year but they think still deserve to have the best care, the child reading a book of its most beloved story to a sibilng. if you mean humanity looking at the world and asking “who are you and how can I love you” and after not getting an answer, inventing poetry and song and science to understand, to adore, to remember. then yes. I walk towards you.

nothing's better than private life

A little bit of girlboss in my life

A little bit of gaslight by my side

A little bit of gatekeep is what i need

A little bit of gaybait is all i see

long-term nuclear waste warning messages + rich people's indoor swimming pools