that men believe they are entitled to “mourn” angelina jolie’s double mastectomy? how are we defined when we believe we own a woman - simply because she is a public figure - enough to discuss her fears, genetics, body, and decisions.
there’s more to this than “oh, brad’s gonna fuck the nanny.”
this is about men believing they own women and girls. it’s more than a mastectomy.
so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
…get it? Because they are literally seals? I hope you weren’t expecting anything dirty.
BUT THEIR EYES
“WHY ARE WE HERE”
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS”
“SO MUCH LIGHT - WHY”
“OH FUCK WHAT THE HELL IS THAT”
how the fuck do you even get owls thats what i want to know
“WE HEARD YOU HAD TOOTSIE ROLL POPS.”
I tested Walmart’s brand of bottled water and I was shocked to see they sell the most toxic water ever. I tested for Total Dissolved Solids using a TDS meter and the number I got was 271. THAT IS THE MOST TOXIC WATER I HAVE EVER SEEN. Even NYC tap water TDS score is 39. Poland Spring is 42. The water is not even drinkable. I think it’s Criminal to even make profits from selling this water filled with sodium fluoride and who knows what else is in that. 500 ppm (parts per million) is the EPA Maximum but even though the FDA is corrupt their recommended is 000, which is pure.
THE ONLY BOTTLED WATER THAT READS 000 IS DUANEreade/Walgreens ‘NICE’ branded water.
PLEASE SHARE THIS INFO ALONG.- anonymous
Damn wally mart… Damn… :/
ok wow i could of told you that shit was toxic without using science
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.