planetary-gogo:

i-smell-sex-and-coffee:

eluting:

i wish i had my own apartment so i could make food at two in the morning and dance around in my underwear

funny how once you get your own apartment this is actually exactly what happens

And then you cry over the responsibility of living on your own.

(via vaginasorcery)

brasspistol:

every time I see this it gets reblogged
brasspistol:

every time I see this it gets reblogged

brasspistol:

every time I see this it gets reblogged

(via mikrofonterapi)

tastefullyoffensive:

[sarahj-art]
  • person: you're blocking the view.
  • me: i am the view.
  • driving teacher: stay in your lane
  • me: stay in your lane
“There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.”