male author: here’s my 15th thriller novel about women getting murdered. I’m a very good writer
Category: Non classé
party at my house bring food then leave
Once I said something to the effect of “he’s more impressed with himself when he calls you beautiful than he is with you” as some sort of statement towards the self-serving nature of compliments from men. This is especially true when you are not conventionally beautiful, in whatever way that means to you. The exchange then becomes “I can see beauty in you” carrying the implication that other men cannot, and you are supposed to thank him for completing such a strenuous task.
sometimes i think im just a cis woman craving attention and not really trans/nonbinary but then i remember i spent the first 8 years of my life having meltdowns when people told me i was a girl bc “i AM NOT a girl i was just BORN like one!!” & that i believed until i was like 13 that every person naturally transitioned from a sex to the other every 6 years, which led to an existential crisis when i understood it wasnt the case and i had to “stay a girl” for my entire life so. im probably not cis
my parents rescued this cat named Plato who stays hidden behind the bed all the time and takes anxiety meds which, i mean, big mood
being a woman is such a joke. our sickness is objectified, anger is sexualized; all of our emotions are something to be jacked off to or mocked. there isn’t a single age where we’re not someone’s fantasy, and if we try to live outside of the bounds of society, we’re less than human. There’s Literally No Hope for Women.
This post isn’t for transmisognynists and terfs btw … Keep ya Nasty Hands Off!
A wlw: girls!!!
every other wlw within a 50 mile radius, cheering as they run to hit the reblog button: girls!!!!!
The fact that much of the population must be labeled “mentally ill” to explain why so many individuals are not mentally or emotionally equipped to handle the gruelling mindset & method of action capitalism necessitates just goes to show how horrifically unnatural a system it is. It’s not us. It’s never been us
its so crazy that some people dont like their brown eyes….. u puppy eyed bitch…. u better appreciate them….. golden hazel in the sun….. dark void ass eyes….. brown eyes lookin like the soil after the morning rain…… i lov u all u beautiful people… brown eyes r everything
usually catgar sleeps on his own pillow next to me but now that i sleep on the floor he had to improvise… thats the third night in a row hes just. snuggled under my cover between my legs. hes so cute………….. cant sleep away from me….. i love him
