Dragons tho

tigersdrinktea:

“Blow minds, not dudes” 

Actually you can do both! What a concept! That women can be intelligent as well as sexually active! And we don’t live in the goddamn 18th century and women don’t have to be pure little virgin housewives if they don’t want to! Oh my gosh!

doctortotodile:

helloletsgetlostinwonderland:

scootaloo-pootaloo:

I hate when people say “A woman’s body was designed to give birth.” 
No, giving birth is just something a woman’s body can do.
If we follow that logic, then because a man’s body can reach sexual climax via anal penetration, all men were designed for gay sex.
Needless to say, like gay sex, childbirth is just not some people’s cup of tea.

THIS

The human body can’t even carry the baby for as long as it needs to be carried, that’s why human babies come out like soggy mushy potatoes but baby cows or whatever come out and start standing up within like 2 minutes of being evicted from their first apartment

chazzfox:

helloelloh:

so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.

*SLAMS REBLOG BUTTON!!!*

vgkait:

shutupaubrey:

parents who try to shelter their children from every little thing that could possibly corrupt them are going to have some fucked up kids

I feel like this ask should be a part of this post

i know this girl who was home schooled her whole life, is only allowed on the internet for 30 minutes per week, and isn’t even allowed to watch the news. She went to my school for a year, and i go to a tiny christian school. there are literally 30 students in my year, and she was removed after a year because our school was “corrupting her" 

she permanently has this anxious look about her, and i am honestly so worried for her when she goes to college. the world happens, BIOLOGY happens, and she is completely unprepared for any of it.

literarystarbucks:

John Green goes up to the counter and orders an espresso shot. The barista gives him a venti cafe espresso frappucino. Green says, “This isn’t what I ordered.” The barista replies, “You ordered a drizzle, I’m giving you a hurricane.”

sorelatable:

It’s so frustrating when you’re like the only person who can see how evil and sneaky someone is and everyone else is like blind to it

and then you meet that one person who sees it too and automatically become friends through planning their demise

tree-stump-palace:

whentherestrouble:

smoochums:

women grow hair on their boobs and their butts and their legs and their arms and their stomachs and their face and really anywhere their genetics decides to have hair and it is perfectly normal what isnt normal is men who have never touched a razor trying to shame women for not looking like a hairless baby

important

shout this loud.

hospitalstays:

school cum