My Never-changing Dark Circles: "Our Time Has Come!"

I've written a long-ass rant about this episode and decided to not post it. I keep it short instead. Well... short-ish. WHAT EVEN WAS THIS SHIT SHOW THAT I JUST LAID MY EYES ON TO. It had so much potential, it could be so poetic and strong and meaningful. And I'm sure it is poetic and meaningful on the paper. But the reality is just... fucking disappointing. Where is my baby angel?! Where is Castiel, the president of our clown country?!

The very last episode better be the cry worthy, soul crushing and hopeful and beautiful shit we want. Let's all manifest the gayest show finale, k? The one that we actually deserve in here.

Legally Blonde (2001) dir. Robert Luketic

Me: wants to be a mysterious, well read, outspoken, strong, adventurous, passionate and confident woman, who is still somehow ethereal and has the kindest heart, loves deeply and is always there to help.

Also me: is actually an obnoxious, introverted and weird person who is uncomfortable around people that she doesn't know (or just people in general), who can't use language properly, ignores everything and everyone and does spend the entirety of her time alone in her room.

Every 19th century novel ever:

*minor inconvenience happens*

Character: *falls ill for some reason and almost fucking dies*

Believe? It's a fact.

experiment: reblog this if you believe dean winchester is bisexual

I believe

How is it that I can be interested only in men and don't even think about girls that much, but then I see one (1) picture of a lady pirate and suddenly I am like: Women, women ❤️ WOMEN 👸 wOmEn, ✨women 😍 women 🥰. So pretty. Men who?

Like... what am I? Am I making this up? Am I faking it... whatever the "it" means? Am I straight? Am I bi? Do I just really like pirates? Is that it? Do I have a thing for pirate costumes? I need answers.

My final thesis is finally coming together. It's raining here a lot and I feel in peace with my deadline... at least for this moment.

Free Black History Library

Psst, hey, Marilyn Monroe’s image as a freewheeling sexpot was a carefully constructed lie. The real Marilyn Monroe was a roiling tragedy and her life was an indictment of our society as a whole. She was orphaned after her mother had a schizophrenic breakdown, bounced around between foster homes where she was sexually abused, and married a 21-year-old at 16 to get out of being sent to an orphanage. Hugh Hefner published nude photos of her without her consent that were taken when she was 23 and desperate. She suffered severe anxiety and depression, which she coped with by drinking and using barbiturates, and was already a full-blown addict when she became famous in the mid-50s. Her career was one of exploitation, condescension and alienation, and she killed herself at 36. That Hugh Hefner, a man who was at best an unpleasant footnote in her life, felt entitled to be buried next to her is one more humiliation in a pop cultural landscape we should all be ashamed of.

Finding love as a transgender person

Marianne Oakes has shared an amazing collection of transgender love stories over at GenderGP. 

Here are a few of them. 

Marianne wrote:

The myth that trans people struggle to find love is damaging to our future generations, if trans youth or worse still, their parents believe this, then the impact can be loss of hope. My experience is pretty much like all the lovely comments here, let’s stop the myth, xx

More here!