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Can girls pee when they're on their periods?

sarcastic-snowflake:

no we just hold it in for a week.

angry90slesbian:

THIS IS MY FAVORITE TWITTER INTERACTION OF ALL TIME

angry90slesbian:

THIS IS MY FAVORITE TWITTER INTERACTION OF ALL TIME

thegreatestusernameinthegalaxy:

radiobee:

coffee-and-rainsticks:

Book borrowing is the biggest form of true love it’s like, “Here’s a piece of my soul that I think you would enjoy.” 

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*slow clap for the harry potter fandom*

sorelatable:

Life is so hard when your best friend is a 9.5/10 and you’re a strong 4 with the right filter and lighting

richfurry:

me keeping benedong cumberhanger off my blog

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thetomska:

doritofu:

hifumiyamadadono:

buttselfie:

nylonsubmissive:

ladydontmind:

freeing-my-mind:

nep-to-the-dubstep:

usbdongle:

raphnarock:

I’m going to assume this has happened to anyone who’s ever cuddled anyone and has a penis.
Source (find the exact comic yourself; at least I linked you to the webpage)

no, no, dont do this, please, if you are cuddling w/ me your boner is like a compliment and i welcome you to grind that shit into the back of my legs

same

same

if we are spooning and there isn’t a boner pressed into my butt I will assume you don’t actually like me and get really upset

Bones next to the butt are nice

Butt bones are the best bones.

where the women of tumblr make me feel better about having a boner when cuddling



Honestly I expected this post to descend into some kind of “YOU CANNOT CONSENT WHEN YOU ARE ASLEEP YOU SCUM” dog-pile but was pleasantly surprised.

thetomska:

doritofu:

hifumiyamadadono:

buttselfie:

nylonsubmissive:

ladydontmind:

freeing-my-mind:

nep-to-the-dubstep:

usbdongle:

raphnarock:

I’m going to assume this has happened to anyone who’s ever cuddled anyone and has a penis.

Source (find the exact comic yourself; at least I linked you to the webpage)

no, no, dont do this, please, if you are cuddling w/ me your boner is like a compliment and i welcome you to grind that shit into the back of my legs

same

same

if we are spooning and there isn’t a boner pressed into my butt I will assume you don’t actually like me and get really upset

Bones next to the butt are nice

Butt bones are the best bones.

where the women of tumblr make me feel better about having a boner when cuddling

Honestly I expected this post to descend into some kind of “YOU CANNOT CONSENT WHEN YOU ARE ASLEEP YOU SCUM” dog-pile but was pleasantly surprised.

morrasea:

constantly getting told you’re lazy and that you’re not trying hard enough when you’re trying your hardest is probably one of the most hurtful feelings ever  

everything-is-stickers:

How old is this photo.
Because it’s set up like Grandpappy sitting on the rocker telling the youngin’s about his youth.
But at this point in history it looks like one old guy took the only chair and made the rest of his elderly friends sit on the pavement because he’s the senior senior.

everything-is-stickers:

How old is this photo.

Because it’s set up like Grandpappy sitting on the rocker telling the youngin’s about his youth.

But at this point in history it looks like one old guy took the only chair and made the rest of his elderly friends sit on the pavement because he’s the senior senior.

c1nnam0ngirl:

banegrimm:

mymoonmystarandme:

ihondurican:

yolesoteldo:

Dear Cutie-Pie,
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
You.
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Daddy
Happy International Women’s Day

This is so beautiful. I almost cried.

Balling.

I’m sorry, I’ve reblogged this before and every time I just picture the Lil girl has just dislocated her arm and dads about to pop it back in cause she is a bad ass.

Sobbing uncontrollably again. I wish my parents would have told me this.

c1nnam0ngirl:

banegrimm:

mymoonmystarandme:

ihondurican:

yolesoteldo:

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

Happy International Women’s Day

This is so beautiful. I almost cried.

Balling.

I’m sorry, I’ve reblogged this before and every time I just picture the Lil girl has just dislocated her arm and dads about to pop it back in cause she is a bad ass.

Sobbing uncontrollably again. I wish my parents would have told me this.

cloysterbell:

I think my favorite thing about this generation is how seriously everyone takes their Hogwarts house.