Venusianday - Rage Against The Dying Of Light

Oh darling why are you crying is it because someone wronged you ? Or because you finally got treated the way you've been treating others ?

My partners friend went missing if you all could signal boost this!

Honestly, as a man, if you see a guy who thinks men have it so much harder they are not worth the time. Like, it is impossible to ignore the disproportional suffering of women in DV, the underrepresentation of women in positions of power everywhere, the stories of assault that most women of all ages have faced. It’s like “oh you are finding it hard to get a date?” but women have to deal with if the person on the date is going to threaten their safety.

Exactly! Like it’s okay to talk about some things men face, but doing it as a retort to women’s issues is so so tacky to me. I also think it’s become somewhat of a punchline between guys — like the “bc of woke!!” “bc of feminism!!!” w laughter soundtrack energy wafting off of men like this is so palpable it’s concerning… this is not the counterculture slay you think it is

Jal lijiye… aur saath mein ek do antidepressant bhi.

if you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. :)

Omg thank you so much for sending this to me i actually answered on my main blog ( yeah my secondary blog is the main one) but I'll answer anyway make it 6 ! :)

1. I used to have really good memory and could learn most concepts fast untill major downfall in the last few years lmao it used to be almost photographic memory.

2. I really love everything about space my obsession always has been.

3. I think emphasis on the think I can read people well even if it's online and their motives

Thank you so much again your blog is really cool

fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity

Oh well

Nestled in bed with my teddy bear reading an old space encyclopedia I got when I was very young and have always cherished it and always will no matter how old I am. Reading it under a warmly lit lamp listening to soft taps of rain on my window. If only I could freeze this moment for a while and let the world and worries fade away...

Very profound words

We are not the same. I paint on paper and you paint on public walls with gutka.

Yes.