EXO fandom singing along to “Don’t go” during childhood photos VCR from The Lost Planet Concert Day 2
note: it gets better after 5 seconds
PWUAHAHHAHAH when I see kris in real life I would send him to your blog so he can read your tags
HMM your description of him just made me...
friendly reminder to not be rude to picky eaters or make fun of them because some picky eaters are very insecure about being picky eaters and do not actually like being picky eaters!! and chances are theyre picky eaters for a reason!! which is important to them!! so please do not call them out or be rude about it!!
Who the heck cares
people with eating disorders and allergies and health problems and anxiety and autism care
bless you good person!
If you are an artist, when you get stuck, draw bigger and on tracing paper when you are stuck. Consider this manual photoshop. Use scissors, trace, refine.
If you are a writer, when you get stuck, get a pad of paper and at least two colors of pen that contrast. When you get stuck, use your “replace this with actual language later” color. Just write what you want to say. “Make angry hero cry as villain drinks amazing latte. Figure out words later.”
If you get stuck in life, clean up your area and think about how big, and how small, the universe is. Either direction is practically infinite, suspending you in the middle.
If you are fey, remember when you weren’t. It will build compassion when you deal with mortals.
If you are a potato, please advise us how you use the Internet. We have so many questions, sentient spud bud.
So tell me. How far can I walk on my own at night? How many metres, exactly, can I walk unaccompanied without having to fear for my life?
How many drinks am I, an adult woman, allowed to have after work on Friday night before being dismissed as a “party girl” or “asking for it”? How high can my heels be, and how short a skirt can I wear, before being implicated in any crime against me? And, just so that I’m clear, how many metres can I walk to get myself home?
And if something happened to me, how harshly would I be judged? If I vanished on that walk to my front door, what would you have to say about me? Would I be tut-tutted at for not accepting the offer of an escort home? Would idiots take to Facebook to admonish me for supposedly leading some guy on?
Would do-gooders and commentators and Twitterati-types take my parents to task for not raising me to act sensibly? Would they lambast my friends and lovers for not taking adequate care of me? Would everyone in my life suffer because I exceeded my allocated metres of solo walking?
Would every media outlet in the country view my disappearance as an opportunity to point out that, as it happens, women have more to fear in our world than men?
Would you, quietly, at the back of your mind, think that if I’d just stayed home with my partner, like a good wife and woman, none of this would have happened to me?
Are you just looking for one big, smug fucking excuse to say that you told me so?
And just so that we’re absolutely fucking clear, how many metres am I allowed to walk on my own at night?
so my school gave me a kit
and of course it came with a condom
a razor and shaving cream so i can shave for the guy if i wanna
but then i realized….
they gave me mac and cheese
i gave my roommate an extra condom because
id much rather have my mac and cheese then be with a dumb boy