I knew it was that guy. It's always that guy

• (I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)
• Me: “So, where’s your mom at?”
• Boy: “She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”
• Me: “Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”
• Boy: “Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”
• (I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)

2 days ago with 68,273 notes

guynecologist:

wouldnt wanna

2 days ago with 11,241 notes

jointhecarrotarmy:

silence-insolace:

solluxforpresident:

karkatforpresident:

Someone bumped into my chair and I said sorry.

someone bumped into my chair and i punched them in the face

someone bumped into my chair and I didn’t even give a fuck

someone bumped into my chair and i start a revolution 

2 days ago with 77,801 notes

This is what Yahoo paid $1.3 Billion for.

castielofasgard:

3 days ago with 111,792 notes

I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.

I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.

I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.

3 days ago with 21,500 notes

congragulation:

“Ah, yes, my psychiatrist, Hax Murderer. He has been helping me profile this ax murderer.”

3 days ago with 8,994 notes

eleventhdoctor:

i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information

3 days ago with 86,435 notes

whythefuckareyouromeo:

wtfshiroko:

Radioactive (Music Box Version) - Imagine Dragons

by JoshuaSaundersMusic

Well that took me 0.01 seconds to reblog

3 days ago with 72,921 notes