I let slip that I like to write a lot about things in my life, an adult said “oh, you keep a diary, that’s cute” and my cheeks went red, so mad at myself for my temporary indiscretion, I feel there’s so much judgment when people hear you write about yourself/your life, like it’s some pathetic or cute little quirk, when really, sometimes it’s the only thing I feel I can turn to.
There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.
I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele
hi everyone, it’s dorothy gale from kansas, and i nominate the wicked witch of the west for the ice bucket challenge
I find it interesting how society doesn’t care when the media sexualizes women, when men sexualizes women, when school and the government sexualizes women. but the second a woman is in control and sexualizes herself willingly it’s wrong and disgusting.
When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.
Jenny and Vastra + Deep Breath
on a scale from Matilda to Carrie how well do you handle having telekinesis and terrible parents