Lady kills time
kori-isnt-home:

I’ve reblogged this before & will continue to do so… FOREVER!

kori-isnt-home:

I’ve reblogged this before & will continue to do so… FOREVER!

veggielezzyfemmie:

my life goal is to watch everything ever that has lesbians in it. 

infinitetransit:

isn’t it funny that lesbians are presumed to hate men, have turned away from men, or never experienced the ~prowess~ of a man

we’re talking about a preference that actively centers around women and they still try to make it fundamentally about men

holyharam:

sillygrrrl:

laylawknee:

fashinpirate:

bl00d-sugar:

I FOUND A TUTORIAL ON HOW TO MAKE DILDO POPSICLES IM LEGITIMATELy DYING OF LAUGHTER RN

summer plans tbh!!!

So good!

omg brb grabbing my lil bro’s legos hahahaha

What’s the blue stuff! I need to know! For reasons

fancybidet:

thatladydownthestreet:

dreamhampton1:

Joyce Vincent was 41 when she was found dead in her home, but she was 38 when she died. For three years, from 2003-2006, her body lay surrounded by Christmas gifts she was planning to wrap; the television still on. How does this happen? Especially to a woman who was social, who two-years prior had a high-powered job at Ernst and Young, who had rubbed elbows with celebrities, and who wanted to get married? That’s what Carol Morley set to find out. But her new documentary film, “Dreams of a Life,” is about more than just Joyce Vincent, a young, beautiful London woman whose parents were from the Caribbean and who no one seemed to miss when she was gone. It’s about life, death, and loneliness.”

Here’s an article on her, explains more fully http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2011/oct/09/joyce-vincent-death-mystery-documentary

I read up on this a couple of years ago and it’s extremely heartbreaking.

The documentary is so sad.

And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that’s happiness.
Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition  (via larmoyante)

thisismyoneroomdisco:

adventurerscelebrationgathering:

Tell ‘em. 

I dedicate this little number to all those who like to say Disney princesses are nothing but passive, submissive, and horrible role models. 

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