BOOOM. Read this if you are a dude, please.
Yeah! This reality hit me a few months ago when a teenage boy at work said to another teenage boy, “ladies first!” in order to insult him. Chivalry is not about respect or kindness.
I’m realizing how much I don’t want to leave because I like her so much as a person.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned her? I think I have, but she’s Italian and speaks English and German, as well. She’s almost 40, but so well-travelled and intelligent about world affairs. She’s lived in Switzerland (and Germany and Italy, obviously) and I just don’t want to stop talking to her.
I told her about my possible plans to move to France in the next 5 years or less, and she was telling me about the economy and taxes and the cost of living. She said a student visa would be the best way to go about it since, with that, I could move there without a job.
She’s so awesome, though. I’m really glad she’s my replacement. 😁0 notes / 10 hours ago / reblog
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Once you go vegan, you’ll start to realize that everyone you know suddenly has an uncle who owns a farm
And nobody on tumblr ever goes to McDonalds or anywhere else that abuses animals, because they buy all their shit from their ‘local farm’.
And they all know a friend who tried to go vegan and almost died.
And they all have a degree in nutrition and a super rare disorder where they will die if they don’t eat big macs and pepperoni pizza
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do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals
it’s called makeup
you can put eyeliner on a frat boy that doesn’t change the fact that’s he’s wearing a neon muscle shirt and nike flip flops
With long socks.
Anonymous said: Weird question, but this is something my friend made me do once when we were bored and had nothing to say: Could you write a letter to your favourite food? (so like for me it'd be, Dear Spinach, I am sorry I was a dick to you when I was seven, I love you and you taste hella nice.) If you don't want to that's good too, I just wanted to see what other people would say
THIS IS THE MOST FUN ASK I’VE EVER HAD, OH MY GOD!
For 19 years, you and I had a beautiful relationship. You were there for me so often. You sustained me and provided for me. Then…I changed. It wasn’t you, it was me. I couldn’t do it any more. You and I, we just weren’t working out. I couldn’t live with the guilt, the sadness. You were a burden. You just weren’t making me happy any more. I’m sorry.
I still see you sometimes. I smell your familiar scent or I see you sat on my kitchen counter. We had some good times. But things change. I changed.
I’m sorry if you felt betrayed when you saw me with the tin of chickpeas. I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. Chickpeas just fulfil me in a way that you never could. I have all the benefits from chickpeas but without that god awful guilt. I hope that you can accept this.
I know that you spend time with my mum and even my cats. I wish you wouldn’t. It’s only harder for the two of us.
I wish you well, tuna.
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