You learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run by running, to work by working; and just so you learn to love God and man by loving. Begin as a mere apprentice and the very power of love will lead you on to become a master of the a
What men mean when they talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriend is often that she was someone who cried a lot, or texted too often, or had an eating disorder, or wanted too much/too little sex, or generally felt anything beyond the realm of emotionally undemanding agreement. That does not make these women crazy. That makes those women human beings, who have flaws, and emotional weak spots. However, deciding that any behavior that he does not like must be insane– well, that does make a man a jerk.
And when men do this on a regular basis, remember that, if you are a woman, you are not the exception. You are not so cool and fabulous and levelheaded that they will totally get where you are coming from when you show emotions other than “pleasant agreement.”
When men say “most women are crazy, but not you, you’re so cool” the subtext is not, “I love you, be the mother to my children.” The subtext is “do not step out of line, here.” If you get close enough to the men who say things like this, eventually, you will do something that they do not find pleasant. They will decide you are crazy, because this is something they have already decided about women in general.
Lady, You Really Aren’t “Crazy” (via sparkamovement)
THIS WHOLE ARTICLE. Also, I read the original article that inspired this response…appalling.
Seriously if any of you have not set up your iTunes to be like this
Do it now
Right now
You do not realise how much it will improve your life
… Done.
OMG SO GOOD.
OH MAN, those last three, my ears opened up like flowers. I giggled like a giddy Tobias Fünke.
Jenna is made of cereal, dancing, and desperation. With a dash of the 50s.
Hana is made of oranges, sugar, and fury. With a dash of the West.
pretty accurate
commanderslowpoke is made of salt, apples, and starlight. With a dash of gambling.
Salt, Apples, and Starlight..HOW DID THEY KNOW
“pens, books, and herpa derp. With a dash of Keanu Reeves.”
Witchcraft.
“Cristina is made of loyalty, pencils and genius. With a dash of Batman.”
I win. I am made of Batman.is made of Disco, crepes, and shadows. With a dash of Chuck Norris.
gaby is made of intelligence, Instrumental, and partnership. With a dash of porn.
lol i’m made of porn.
Arianna is made of jazz, dreams, and lightning. With a dash of the west.
Miranda is made of derp, Soul, and kindness. With a dash of Pixar.
Nick is made of Adventure, rhinos, and time. With a dash of Chuck Norris.
Holy fucking wat
Skadi is made of iron, enemies, and awkwardness. With a dash of Pokemon.
mason is made of brawn, Instrumental, and desperation. With a dash of foreveralone.
I have never heard a more accurate description of myself before…
Zack is made of Bread, manga and everything nice…with a dash of T-rex…..Bread, yes, T-rex is way more than a dash, but manga and nice? No way lol.
Tristan is made of apples, cupcakes, and rivalry. With a dash of explosions.
I am just going to take the cupcakes and explosions away from this, okay.
Alexander is made of ice, rice, and neon. With a dash of James Bond.
Christine is made of hammers, lions, and dullness. With a dash of DANGER ZONE.
(Source: cottoncandyflufftier)
You could also call that gif “Shock and approval when I strip down in front of Sufjan”
No apologies.
All I’ve ever wanted is to be a secret femme fatale. A bold and powerful lady…with a heart o’ gold and mask of innocence.
I made a playlist entitled, “stay fierce.” It’s got songs about being a foxy lady, a super sexy woman, a cherry bomb, a tiger, a punk, a combat baby.
In other words, it’s a “fuck yeah” playlist.
I think this is the best thing I’ve ever done. The next step would be to WRITE the songs…
Overheard at the 3M cafeteria
Lady: “You know, the liver is an organ that I just never had…”
*LONG PAUSE*
My brain:That you never had? What?? This lady was born without a liver!
Lady: “…a desire to eat.”
My brain:Oh, ok. WAIT WHAT?


