well, here it goes...
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More photos from the OUSU Women’s “I Need Feminism Because…” campaign in Oxford.
That last one though… dead.
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#there are films about dogs #and books about dogs #and entire television series about dogs #and not a one of them will ever explain dogs #as well as this one scene in this one kids movie that is not even strictly about dogs #explains dogs.
This reminds me of my grandad and my dog Mikey
Will forever reblog Dug. Fucking dog made me cry.
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Check out this mix on @8tracks: “Mumford & Sons and the like”
^this is the best study music ever. So Much Love.
“Actions speak louder than words,” don’t they?
I am tired of there being so many words every day.
(Here I would like to note that I am not talking about books or newspapers or the like, simply people talking to me.)
If you say something all the time but never act upon anything, then I no longer will believe your words. Not every single solitary moment needs to be filled with words either, it makes the words sound empty and thoughtless, just another routine that we have become accustomed to. Say the words that need to be said only when you need to say them. Only when you have that dying urge that you must say them. Because all the words are starting to mash together in our past like one giant smooshed ball of mashed up words that mean nothing and have no use. You cannot look back and be fond, or toy with the overused, lackluster words of the past if they are just the routine words.
I think it might be time to find some new words.
So my boyfriend is the stereotypical “girl” in the relationship. Don’t tisk-tisk, I really don’t like stereotypes, but in this case it just fits too well.
He complains about me not showing enough affection. He is needy. He literally said today “I need you to show more affection”. Seriously? I’m not a super affection-showing feeling-telling person. Ever. And I tell him that I love him every morning and night and sometimes a few times in the middle.
He texts me non-stop every day. I understand that he is at home for the summer and not all of his friends are there and he has a lot of spare time, but I work full time. I have the best internship in the world and I work over seventy hours a week. And I love it. But I do not have the time to be constantly texting you giving you a beat-by-beat analysis of my day. Quite frankly, I do not necessarily care what minuscule tasks you are doing today.
And yes, I’m sour with him. Care to know why?
I was in an accident two weeks ago yesterday. I fainted while driving a golf cart and crashed into the woods. I had staples in my head, a concussion, swelling on my face and neck, and bruises covering the entire left side of my body. He and my brother and bro’s girlfriend were all coming to visit me that weekend. So Brother and girlfriend were in the trauma ward with me for six hours. And boyfriend showed up at my house eight hours after the accident. He stayed there for three days. During this time, I had a black eye and my jaw was swollen and couldn’t open all the way. Normal motions like eating a sandwich and opening all the way to yawn were painful and just not happening for me. On the third day, while we were canoodling, he asked me for a blowjob. A FUCKING BLOWJOB. You have got to be kidding me.
I’m allowed to be sour still, aren’t I? I think yes.
Oh and everything that he’s having such a tough time handling I’ve been through too. Not like everyone handles it the same way, but I can’t take it when people whine to me because they aren’t in control of their emotions. I keep mine under control, I find ways to let go like exercise and music and dance. Please, do me the favor and not whine. I wasn’t whining a few weeks ago, I was apologizing to the EMTs for crying and promising them that I never cry. I think boyfriend needs to keep his shit under control and stop bugging me with it.
