i have goals. and i have plans. but if those things don’t work out, it doesn’t mean i’m a failure. it just means i have to recalibrate and reassess. if one goal isn’t met it doesn’t invalidate all the other goals i will have in my life time.
boys and men will try to convince you that humans are intrinsically selfish and egotistical because they can’t cope with the fact that women are actually taught from birth to put their community, their friends, their family, everyone on equal (sometimes even higher) footing.
male individualism is completely dependent on the emotional labour of women, and whenever you try to point this out they act like you’re denying basic human facts
to this day i am flat-out stunned by the way the pirates of the caribbean theme PERFECTLY evokes a jaunty swashbuckler riding atop the bowsprit of a magnificent—yet foreboding!—18th century galleon, from whose mainmast the jolly roger flaps spectacularly in a high wind. like? how’d you do it? some cellos? how.
My week at the OB office was full of miscarriages and fetal demises. I don’t have anything eloquent to say about it right now, but this is just the job. And I’m okay with that. But oof, that was a lot of them to have back-to-back.
Do you really like thick girls? Or are you just talking about big boobs and ass. Cause if you’re not expecting thick girls to have tummies and big arms, I think you got the game fucked up.
