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passive aggressive family members

"guess i’ll never be a grandma"

"guess i’ll never be an aunt"

"guess i’ll never be able to dress a niece/nephew"

stop feeling so entitled to my hypothetical offspring. it is not yours. it is mine. i will grow it if i grow it. and it will be mine. not yours. i am not an incubator which grants you familial titles. jesus. go away. this “have a baby i can play with” thing is so impersonal and insensitive and annoying.



I’ve said this before and I’ll point it out again - 

Menstruation is caused by change in hormonal levels to stop the creation of a uterine lining and encourage the body to flush the lining out. The body does this by lowering estrogen levels and raising testosterone. 

Or, to put it more plainly “That time of the month” is when female hormones most closely resemble male hormones. So if (cis) women aren’t suited to office at “That time of the month” then (cis) men are NEVER suited to office.

If you are a dude and don’t dig the ladies around you at their time of the month, just think! That is you all of the time. 

And, on a final note, post-menopausal (cis) women are the most hormonally stable of all human demographics. They have fewer hormonal fluctuations of anyone, meaning older women like Hilary Clinton and Elizabeth Warren would theoretically be among the least likely candidates to make an irrational decision due to hormonal fluctuations, and if we were basing our leadership decisions on hormone levels, then only women over fifty should ever be allowed to hold office. 

Reblogging hard for that last comment.

(Source: r-dart)














450 notes, no one thought of mentioning who is the actor with such beautiful eyes?

Because everyone knows.

Only one man has candy apple green eyes.

the greenest green to ever green

fanfiction green

I ship them with Benedicts eyes

And I ship them with these eyes

Green and blue, like the sky touching the grass

as one descends from heaven, to touch the earth

That was beautiful.

I’m crying…

And our eyes, green and blue.

Like the sky reaching down to touch the grass,

Like Heaven descending to Earth.

And when they blend,

Like the salty, turquoise ocean,

Lapping the surface,

Thirsting for our love.

But we have to be careful, my dear,

Because in a certain lighting one might mistake our eyes for a dirty brown,

Or a dangerous, sinful black.


Oh no, you did NOT just do this!!!


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