I'm Zoe, 18, female, bisexual, single, Libra, Florida (USA). I post a lot about Homestuck (my god tier title is the Knight of Doom), bands (mostly Lady Gaga, Metallica, and Steam Powered Giraffe), some social justice stuff (LGBT rights, pro-choice, ending sexual violence, self-acceptance/body positivity, etc), and random things that most of Tumblr likes (animals, comics, anime, food, porn, things that make you learn, satans). Basically, I post whatever I want. ...Yeah. :P
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
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IMPORTANT
So I just gained a follower a few moments ago with the name maartin4life
LISTEN TO ME
WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU DO
DON’T
OPEN
THEIR FUCKING PAGE
I JUST OPENED IT AND MY AVAST ANTIVIRUS TOLD ME THAT THERE WAS A FUCKING TROJAN HORSE
verified. it contains a malware bug encrypted inside the javascript.
SIGNAL BOOST
signal boost boosting signals
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can we just take the time to appreciate that even this butterfly lasted longer than nektan whelan and mierfa durgas
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I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.
—This bit really sums up my feelings, but to get a better sense, do yourself a favor and read the entire thing.
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if the trolls won their game, this is how i think their worship as gods would be like
The Maid: prayed to for longer summers and shorter winters
The Page: prayed to for speed
The Mage: prayed to for insight of the future
The Knight: prayed to for protection
The Rogue: prayed to for matters of the heart
The Sylph: prayed to for fertility
The Seer: prayed to for knowledge
The Thief: prayed to for luck
The Heir: prayed to for strength
The Bard: prayed to for miracles
The Prince: prayed to for hope
The Witch: prayed to for health
elusive gods always depicted as children, all very different from each other, and even seen as 12 aspects of one being
like in asoiaf ahaI have to reblog this again. I just love it so much.
this is the BEST ~ qui qui
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i actually like being up early i just don’t like getting up early
YOU PUT THIS IN WORDS
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what did vincent say when he lost his car in the parking lot
“where did my van gogh”
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