As A Brown Person, Somewhere Along The Way, We Stopped Bringing Up Differences Between White And Coloured

hey y'all! now you must be thinking, tumblr isn't any place for misogyny! we'd detect it immediately! but not to worry, my friends. there is always a little space everywhere for a little bit of woman-hating. You can spread hate against women as long as you say 'white', 'straight', or better, 'white and straight'. Shove those two words in and BAM!! instant hit. You're so liberal now! no one will ever detect any misogyny!

im not fond of the 'all men' thing (i hate it) but when i walk alone on a street i am certainly afraid of every single man who does so much as pass by me. logically i do know that they're just people on their business, just like me, but there is always a chance.

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

At the parking lot.

Reblog if you are desi i wanna see how many desi people are using Tumblr

robo toilert

off topic and i know you don't care but once upon a time i went with my grand parents to visit a (ridiculously) rich friend. they were having a party, i was i think maybe 5????i don't know. anyway. i drank lots of orange juice. then i needed to go to the bathroom. there was a bit of a line, but a thing i noticed was that everytime the door opened, i heard a whirring sound, like a bee stuck in a peanut jar.

ok. so i enter the bathroom. my grandma is outside. i walk in. its a very big bathroom. there's blue lights every where. i take a few steps forward, the toilet seat is closed. a few more steps forward and the toilet seat goes whirrrrrrr and suddenly??? SPRINGS OPEN LIKE A SACROPHAGUS WITH A CURSED AND POSSIBLY DIARRHEA RIDDEN MUMMY iNSIDE. it starts to beep very cuntily. I've already screamed at this point, and my granny is banging at the door. i also happened to have pissed my pants, because my 5 year old brain has conjured up visions of the toilet ripping itself out of the floor, walking over, and then swallowing me into faecal oblivion.

and guess what's in the toilet? a turd. it forgot to flush.

130. The name's Zeppoli. Pizza Zeppoli.

Ana Huang and the Twisted Series

Okay, first off, I mean no harm.

What really put me off about the twisted series is its toxic perfection. Everyone is perfect. Even Alex Volkov the Controlling Bastard. He's got problems, sure, but he's so handsome! Therefore murderous intent is inexcusable.

I'm not saying this because I hate the series, or anything. But a little originality would be nice. The Twisted series is just like an updated version of 50 shades of Grey. Everyone is a CEO and is handsome, and all them girls are broke and in their 20's.

And the female characters are so feminine with their perfect bodies, and their perfect wardrobes, and their sad, boo-hoo pasts. As someone who is imperfect, I feel irked.

Also- this toxic masculinity. All males must be dominant and un-emotional until Female Charact walks along with the pouty lips and the curves and the perfect chest, bla bla bla. It's a nice escape into the void, but we need representation. Not everybody is aesthetically pleasing. Not everyone will heal. No one will open up completely.

In conclusion, the books are well written, even if they are cliche.

just me and my joyous whimsy against this cruel world