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Fun Fact #104

I get asked on average twenty times a day where I’m from. If I tell the truth, I can look forward too a length and incredibly dull monologue on the various distant relatives from nowhere near there or that one holiday they once took twenty years ago on the other side of the country. If they happen to be from the same country I most certainly must endure a long quiz about where exactly I’m from and so on and so forth until a common denominator is found.

So when people ask where I’m from I tell them I’m from Swaziland and then enjoy the dumbfounded expression on their faces before walking away.

These are the things we beg for. A root canal, an IRS audit, coffee spilled on our clothes. When the really terrible things happen, we start begging a god we don’t believe in to bring back the little horrors and take away this. It seems quaint now, doesn’t it? The flood in the kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaking with rage. Would it have helped if we could see what else was coming? Would we have known that those were the best moments of our lives?
— Grey’s Anatomy. (via sahgommes)

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I’m not asking for some kind of dream life. I don’t need a big house, or a fancy car or lots of money. I’ve never asked for a lot nor expected it. But it feels like it never ends, like it never gets better. I was in my second year of college, I wasn’t even eighteen when all this started. Six and half years of complete and utter hell and it never gets better, it just keeps on happening, it never lets up.

All things considering I think I’m holding up pretty fucking well, but seriously? Seriously? I know, I know that it could be worse. There are people out there who have been and are going through worse but for once I wanna be really selfish and say, fuck this shit.

My life is shit it is shit and I don’t want it anymore. If there is something out there, I want you to know that I’ve had it, I’m done and I give up. I’m tired of us all trying to get back on our feet only for shit to hit the fan once more. I’ve had it, I throw in the towel, you won and I’m sitting this one out.

They call me lady tiger, but I never eat my young: karnythia: A Message to Girls About Religious Men Who Fear You Dear...

karnythia:

A Message to Girls About Religious Men Who Fear You

Dear Girls,

You are powerful beyond words, because you threaten to unravel the control of corrupt men who abuse their authority.

In the United States last week there were people who wouldn’t let boys play a baseball…

(Source: ponfarrisforwerewolves)

I don’t think it’s terribly controversial to note that women, from a young age, are required to consider the reality of the opposite gender’s consciousness in a way that men aren’t. This isn’t to say that women don’t often misunderstand, mistreat, and stereotype men, both in literature and in life. But on a basic level, functioning in society requires that women register that men are fully conscious; it is not really possible for a woman to throw up her hands and write men off as eternally unknowable space aliens — and even if she says she has, she cannot really behave as though she has. Every element of her life — from reading books about boys and men to writing papers about the motivations of male characters to being attentive to her own safety to navigating most any institutional or professional or economic sphere — demands an ironclad familiarity with, and belief in, the idea that men really are fully human entities. And no matter how many men come to the same conclusions about women, the structure of society simply does not demand so strenuously that they do so. If you didn’t really deep down believe that women were, in general, exactly as conscious as you, you could probably still get by in life. You could probably still get a book deal. You could probably still get elected to office.

I legit just spent fifteen minutes putting concealer on my neck to hide these fucking love bites. The boy is gonna get it when I see him next. All over his damn neck, right where his students can see ‘em and give him grief. That’ll teach him.

It’s not just men who do this dude.

It’s not just men who do this dude.

(Source: jonwithabullet, via elvisramone)

Slut” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “yes”. “Friendzone” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “no”.
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