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oh my glob you guys, drama bomb!
‘im a graphic design student’ i whisper to myself, slapping glitter text on out-take shots of my lumpy space princess cosplay test.holyamazing….♥ just wow… wow…
My least favorite thing about living in Maryland was this time of year, during which just going outside makes you feel like one of those crabs being steamed alive and you keep waiting for God to sprinkle you with Old Bay, and what God actually sprinkles you with is camel crickets and giant slugs and every now and again, 17 year cicadas. Like, starting in April I would have to use all my willpower to stop from skipping class to go to the beach, and by this time of year even the beach doesn’t do it. So, for those of you living along the Chesapeake Bay, my endless sympathies.
Seconded. I grew up in Northern Virginia, and every time I visit in the summer, it’s like I have to re-learn that a place can even be that humid.
We only went hiking once while I was out, but certain parts of the trail were practically carpeted with cicadas and cicada skins and I was like, “Oh yeah, this is why cicadas gross me out.” ‘Cuz I’d kinda forgotten, because they haven’t been this bad since I was ten.
there is literally nothing a man who I am not attracted to in any shape or form can do to make me want him
I hate this idea that there are tips and tricks to getting women like the fact that you have to essentially deceive and disguise yourself in order for someone to like you is sf scary and weird to me
it also reinforces the idea that when a woman says no she means convince me or continue to try different things
like wtf that’s scary and violent thinking
I see this shit perpetuated in so many narratives within movies, television it’s scary af
and there are men who think this shit is normal that scares me
Last night on the way to the store I walked by the sidewalk cafe and a guy was condescendingly explaining schrodinger to his slightly annoyed date.
…maybe that was my ex husband?? Lol. Funny thing is, I used to think that this kind of thing was “intellectual conversation” and it took me many years to figure out that it’s only intellectual conversation if the conversation is going both ways and the other person doesn’t think you’re stupid.
Oooh, yeah, I’ve had those sorts of conversations plenty of times. They often go like:
Them: [talking about something, mentions X] Wait, you know what X is, right?
Me: Sure, it’s [explains X].
Them: No, it’s [explains X in a slightly different, more long-winded way].
Me: Oookay.
And for years I thought I wasn’t smart, or wasn’t as smart, because I didn’t do that, or suddenly accuse people of logical fallacies in casual conversation, or whatever, and isn’t that what smart people do? It was only fairly recently that I realized I’m not less intelligent than my friends, I’m just less of an asshole.
Ha! Like the time when I explained what I thought the movie of 2001 was about and some guy condescendingly said “noooo, you should really read the book” so I did AND IT WAS THE EXACT SAME THING I SAID (also credit goes to my husband for saying “um, I have read it and that’s what the movie’s about tho”)
Or the time I was sitting near this asshole I knew at a play and he said to his girlfriend “Who wrote this? Let’s look at the program — oh, Jean-Paul Sartre! You probably don’t know who that is.” Yeah, and you’re the one who had to look at the program to find out who wrote “No Exit,” so don’t break your arm patting yourself on the back just yet. We had some fun with him.
One of the things I appreciate most about my husband is that he actually respects my intellect — I have a terrible memory, so he often has to refresh me on the facts, but he’s always said I’m much better at analysis/synthesis than he is. When he was working on his undergrad thesis, we went for a walk one night and he laid out all the facts he’d gathered and then asked me “so, what is this actually about?” and I told him, and he was like “yes! thank you!” and used that to help him write it. (I was working on mine at the same time and he used his better knowledge base to point me toward things I should be looking at, so it wasn’t a one-sided exchange. Between the two of us we have one entire smart person.)
I know some terrifyingly intelligent people, and they’re all capable of explaining things hells of above my education level without making me feel stupid or small.
It’s not a sign of intelligence to use your education as a weapon.
Yes! It just took me a while to understand that. Your friends from the tags sound awesome, btw.
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