wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die. like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up
what if you got on a plane and then as soon as it took off everybodys clock changed to 20 minutes
My father tells me that I’m too loud
but he hasn’t yet figured out that
I inherited it from him,
that some traits were passed down
to his daughters
even though he wanted to see them
Had I been a boy, he would’ve told me
to shout louder,
the the world wants to hear
what a man has to say.
I’ll keep shouting until someone listens,
until I wake up god from a peaceful
He created all men equally,
where do I fit in?
—Jasmine R, Untitled (via larmoyante)
a restaurant in my hometown got a review that said the servers should “show some skin” so the owner added a potato skin special to the menu and all the proceeds from the special go to the west virginia foundation for rape information services (x)
That’s exactly the appropriate response.