Yara. college student.
This is obviously not a personal blog, but I will forever live by this quote ;;

"I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose." - George Carlin

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FYEAH JOSHUA JACKSON

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  • society: oh you have your period? well you have two options.
  • woman: okay.
  • society: you can use sanitary pads, which make you feel like you are wearing a diaper, and have the added fun benefit of being extremely uncomfortable and give you the extreme paranoia that they will not be enough coverage and at any moment with any movement or sudden sneeze you'll bleed over onto your clothes and walk around all day with blood stained trousers while everyone points and laughs at you.
  • woman: sounds awful. what's my second option.
  • society: a penis shaped wad of cotton that you shove uncomfortably inside yourself and it catches the blood before it leaves your body.
  • woman: still seems pretty awful.
  • society: wait! it gets better! there's the outside chance that using those will kill you!
  • woman: well, are they at least free? like how men can have access to free condoms? i mean, it's not like i'm choosing for this to happen.
  • society: HAHAHA! that's funny. no, you have to pay for them. and they're really fucking expensive.
  • woman:
  • society: oh, and if you tell anyone that you ARE on your period, your judgement, opinions, and reactions are going to be dismissed as the crazy ramblings of a lunatic.
  • woman:
  • society:
  • woman: i think i'll go with my third option.
  • society:
  • woman:
  • society: what third option?
  • woman: i think i'll bleed on everything you love.

“I am grateful, but… you were well away.”

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textpoops:

foreveralone-lyguy:

hitlervevo:

im like 500% sure that those yahoo people are going to get on tumblr and read posts about people shipping clothes and obama fanfiction and bad puns and get convinced that we are meth addicts and are gonna call the police

how the hell do you ship clothes

You put them in a box, put someone’s address on the box, and take the box to the post office