Gender Is A Performance And It’s Time To Play The Music It’s Time To Light The Lights It’s Time

Hey! Just wanted to say that I appreciate your blog posts and that they never fail to bring a smile to my face. Hope you're having a great day!

I live in dark street ditches and I bite at pedestrians ankles

Hi hi I have been lurking on this app for years and I’m finally saying fuck it and posting some of my writing soon, maybe, possibly :) I’ve been sharing with a close friend for awhile and now im gonna hand it to strangers on tumblr yay

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1 minute of washing machine time is like 10 minutes human time. they live on a completely different scale that we could never begin to conceptualize

no i don't want you to redirect me to your app i want to look at recipe

That’s a cute foot fetish you got there, would you mind keeping it 25796323689432 feet away from me?

just realized smth n im sure someone else has probably said it before but

whenever there r those "caleb vs zayne" art pieces/media its always like, caleb throwing carrots at him but

calebs symbol is like... literally an apple... and zayne is a doctor

an apple a day...

I do love the phrase executive dysfunction bc the image it conjures is of a bunch of people wearing business suits around a long oval conference table  arguing with each other to the point where they’re getting into physical fights, but in the background there’s just a big empty whiteboard with a To Do list with one item on it and that item is “take shower”

your yearly reminder that Baby It’s Cold Outside is a song about a woman having CONSENSUAL sex, at a time when premarital sex was frowned upon. The female singer is offering up the token demurrals society expects her to, because it’s expected, not bc she doesn’t fully intend to stay and have awesome sex with a dude she’s into. The male singer knows this, and is in turn offering her an excuse to give to the neighbors in the morning (“it was too cold for me to go home, the only responsible thing to do was spend the night at his place. because of the weather, get your minds out of the gutter”). A 1950s audience would have understood all this, but the nuance gets lost in a modern age where women are actually allowed to say yes when they mean it.  

Also the “hey what’s in this drink” thing was a common joke at the time, where the punchline was that there was in fact nothing in the drink. the woman’s making a joke that she wouldn’t do this if she was sober, oh goodness no! it’s only a joke bc both she and the man are in on the punchline: she is sober, and is only staying bc she wants to