A Gordon Ramsay poem
gordonramsaypoetry: Congealed blood? I just don’t feel it. What is that? Oh My God. That is ghastly. Ghastly. Tragic.
Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.” “Hell,” I said, “I love you...– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via serialstranger)
And I just find it a bit upsetting and kind of insulting that I can’t have any...– M.I.A. (via freefiona)
In August of 1990 I found myself laying on my stomach in the woods with a pair...– Kathleen Hanna, Our Hit Parade (via wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow)
Rape culture is a culture in which people who have survived a violent crime are...– (via wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow)
Vaginas kick ass, okay? Okay.
Write a rant about rape jokes:
few hours later see a FB friend post a rape joke.
Conversations in Real Life:
Me: Hey, wanna come hang out?
Moron: Oh I'm so sick, bring me soup, I'll pay for your sitter.
Me: Yeah, can't get a sitter today, but i'll come pick you up!
Moron: I don't want to get your kids sick, my fever is 102.blah blah blah
Me: Have you seen a doctor?
Me: Well, sorry we haven't hung out but seems like you're making excuses not to see me when I'm available kind of a lot lately.
Moron: I AM SO SICK I CAN BARELY WALK. CUT ME SOME SLACK (this has been going on for like a week)
Me: So, why haven't you seen a doctor?
Moron: Because it costs too much.
Me: BITCH SO DOES MY DATA PLAN! text me when you get your big kid pants back on, mkay?