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protestants: god is not an absent father! talk to god like a friend! god is always with you! bring your problems to god, no matter how small! it’s not at all weird to call god “daddy!”

catholics: god is far too important to give a fuck about your lost keys or your algebra exam. please address your petty concerns to one of god’s ten thousand holy secretaries. if it’s really important, consider asking his mom.

I wanna eat pussy -_-

I love opening up this website first thing like the morning paper and immediately seeing multiple posts like "how to get rid of the evil clown on the dashboard". like oh is this what we're doing today

the moon is a loyal companion

women know hunger too well & not even in the sense of food/appetite (though that is painfully prevalent in so many of us) but hunger for identity, to be heard, desperate to be seen & then to not be seen at all, to simply be. a hunger that feels all consuming & then we end up devouring ourselves from the outside in just in order to deny our appetite for life & love. to hide our wants & desires. it aches all of the time & it’s so tiring i just want to feel full i want to feel satisfied with myself my body my existence  

on a scale of “dapper” to “fuckboy” how would you rate your taste in gnc womens fashion 

To give the least insane argument against this, Ambiance nice. Sometimes you can legitimately love the sensations of silk on your skin and soft flickering natural light while reading. Now the line for me would be how comfortable you actually are. The second you are wearing pore clogging gloop on your face or a weird ass ‘sexy’ pose, yeah thats just for the image. but yes I would much rather enjoy a wonderful meal in a fancy candlelit restaurant than inside a waffle house. Even if it was the same exact meal.

I feel like "romanticize your life" actually means "perform for an imaginary voyeur." Men don't do this shit.

Peace can be a terror when you have never known it before.

Moments passed, and nothing happened, and nothing happened. The safety promised by the embrace blurred the line between the body and the spirit, and her heart and her soul both ached as one. She could scream now, and she did, relentlessly, wordlessly, a cry of hurt and terror, of discovery and loss.

What a waste it all had been. She had done everything expected of her, she had stayed so cautiously within the borders of girlhood, of propriety, of safety. All for nothing.

In the end, there was just no way to be careful enough.

And With Her Went the Spring

by CAROLINE RATAJSKI

so if literally everyones biology is different, how do you even define a cis woman? if sex doesnt exist cis/trans people dont exist. sex and gender cannot match or mismatch if one doesnt exist

tbh it's tragic that cis women have the ability to choose to perform traditional femininity by reclaiming it, or choose to opt out of it entirely and they are Still accepted as women,

whereas trans women are Expected to pass and perform traditional femininity or they are at a greater risk of violence by cis people...

then they have the simpleminded audacity to say that trans women "mock" femininity AS IF they did not just scroll past the hundred thousandth cis woman's account done up in pink and frills, cute, girly, glittery, "traditionally feminine" content and somehow that's not mocking femininity. The gag is that Neither Side is mocking femininity, they both express their femininity in the way they feel it, but yall only see a problem when the woman is trans? your double standards are showing...

people who don’t worship the moon confuse me