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me, every single time i see people (especially women) talking about the divine feminine energy, or the sacredness of the womb or whatever it is now:
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context is this quote by her:
But I didn’t and still don’t like making a cult of women’s knowledge, preening ourselves on knowing things men don’t know, women’s deep irrational wisdom, women’s instinctive knowledge of Nature, and so on. All that all too often merely reinforces the masculinist idea of women as primitive and inferior – women’s knowledge as elementary, primitive, always down below at the dark roots, while men get to cultivate and own the flowers and crops that come up into the light. But why should women keep talking baby talk while men get to grow up? Why should women feel blindly while men get to think?
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love that none of these bitches in the locked tomb series ever kiss and instead go the much gayer and truer option of pining endlessly and touching each others cheeks
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its harder being smug when you live your life as poorly as i do. but i manage
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Imagine for a moment you’re one of Lou Wilson’s new neighbors. This guy moves in driving the joker-mobile. He gives you his number and when your call goes to voicemail you’re treated to a full gospel choir. One day you catch a glimpse through his window and he’s just scratching hundreds of scratch-off lottery tickets. He owns two jet skis.
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Anonymous asked:
i wish i was a boy so that boys would wish i was a girl so they could fuck me is that anything
it's everything. i understand you anon.
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if tumblr shuts down you can find me on tumblr. ill still be here. they cant make me leave
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i find the “would harrow drink black coffee” discourse fascinating because by all accounts she would not. she would not drink coffee at all. she canonically only drinks water by choice. when forced to drink anything else her senses get so overwhelmed it’s nearly painful. she’s given the sad ninth equivalent of lemonade (sugar-water with a drop of preserved lemon) and it’s described as being both too lemony and too sweet for her. the specific words used are “half pleasure, half pain” and “almost hurt[ing] her teeth.” what makes you think she’d be able to handle anything stronger than a glass of room-temperature water or perhaps, on fancy days, a glass of skim milk