This morning when I was outside walking for many hours, I made sure to do my part as a Dark Feminist. Every time I saw a man, I flipped them off and said "Do Better!" while smirking darkly. Every time I saw a woman, I gave them a sheepish smile and said "Ah... a queen," while nodding thoughtfully. I saw one Gender Ambiguous. I stared at them through their car window while they were at a red light. "WHAT ARE YOUR PRONOUNS?" I said. It was certainly loud enough for them to hear me, as I yelled this several times while making bold eye contact. They did not answer. They drove away. Sigh. Being a Dark Feminist is hard work in the world of Pronoun, but I persist.
sucks I have to pay my wallet to hold onto my money for me
science a few years ago: thc may be beneficial sometimes perhaps???
science now: not like that
curing my depression by reading a book about trauma because it has all my favorite sciencey words
I’ve yet to see St. Valentine’s skull on tumblr this year so here you go:
happy optional memorial of saint valentine, bishop and martyr
take this one dad
Alternating