Pandora.Writing

Let me explain you a thing…

I knew department stores like Target were pretty sexist to begin with, but I never really felt just how sexist they were until today, when I tried to buy some underwear.

I’ll start by saying that I am a 24 year old female, who is 5’2” tall. I’m gay, fairly flat-chested and a total tomboy. So I’m sure that it’s not too hard to imagine that I fit into the category of women who like to dress in clothes that apparently you can only wear if you have a penis. This in itself presents a problem, as that clothing is usually much too big for me. In fact, it’s often hard to find women’s clothes that fit because I’m so small.

I don’t know what the fuck people are thinking, but apparently if you’re not wearing some kind of bedazzled, summery piece of fabric in some god-awful, blinding colour with no sleeves, you are not a real woman and therefore do not need clothes.

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Reblogged from conquerorwurm

bulletbutt:

So this little kid at church noticed I’m fat and asked me today “Why do you have a big belly?”

I couldn’t really think of an acceptable answer for that so I simply responded:

“Because I’m full of bees”

I don’t think I’ve seen a more confused and terrified child in my life as I walked away, hearing him whisper “Bees…” to himself.

(Source: bulletbakas)

So I finally started on chapter four of Bearpaw. I think I have about a page done now. Hopefully I can somehow keep my motivation long enough to write the rest of it.

Reblogged from queencolondarkwing

marissaloud:

thorhead:

mary had a little lamb

its heart was black as coal.

it crept into her room one night

and ate her fucking soul.

I feel like I just watched an episode of Supernatural.

(Source: thordoftherings)

I’ve come to the conclusion that along with moths, the spongy grass at the cemetery is one of the most terrifying things to ever exist. I always feel like I’m going to fall into a hidden grave when I walk on it.