girlgivesup:

xxx-sluthunter-xxx:

scaredfeminist:

Is like, fucking extreme 1900s-1940’s misogyny where men treat women like stupid little babymakers a fetish? I need it to be a fetish.

Oh it is. Fuck yes it is.

still my number one interest

I’ve (finally) been watching Boardwalk Empire, and it’s almost porn for me. From Paz de la Huerta constantly whining “Daddy” at any man with a fist or a wallet, through the non-stop barrage of hyper-sexist jokes, to every rapey, broken, incestuous moment that Gretchen Mol is onscreen, it’s a delight.

Also, Richard’s awesome, Al Capone is Batman, and hot girls keep fucking Donny from The Big Lebowski. The Roaring ‘20s had it all.

Pick Your Spot

Shall it be a far-off meadow, beside a lonely shade tree, as your fingers claw your anguish into the dirt and your thin, choked cries of despair are met with the songs of disinterested birds? Would you be inclined to distantly, dispassionately observe the progress of a solitary ant across your forearm as I do things to your body that will cleave it from its senses? Do you want me to sweat atop you in the summer heat, and feel each drop of my effort burn as it drips from my brow into your wide, vacant eyes? Would you like to feel the brittle grass scratch your urgent, autonomous hips as they meet my ruthless rut with a vigor that would shame a better woman?

Is it suitable, do you think, that I kill your dignity there, upon the altar of earth?

Call out post

somecutehoe:

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hey
How’s your day going

I went to the supermarket today and found a pristine shopping cart. It was apparently brand new, so Its wheels rolled silently and smoothly, with no trace of rattle or shimmy. Even when full, I could propel it effortlessly through the meandering, determinedly oblivious throng of Sunday shoppers and their snot-encrusted, free-range idiot offspring. I found it a deeply satisfying, once-in-a-lifetime experience of purity and untouched perfection in the midst of seething, consumerist chaos.

It was like fucking a virgin… only in this case, I didn’t want to ruin it for the next guy.

We’re both disappointed in your body. We both hate your mother. We both wish you weren’t so fucking stupid. We both wonder how low you’ll sink for me, and if I’ll hold you under when you want to come up. We both know I’m sending you to hell, and we both know you deserve the flames.

Isn’t it delightful, knowing two people with so much in common can find each other in this crazy world?

Hi. Thank you for existing and running this blog. It is good to know people like you exists. People who understands. Sorry for this very weird message, I don’t exactly know what I’m trying to say. Just thank you, I guess. xxxxx good vibes and have a great day!!!

As men, we break so many things. The least I can do is look you in the eye and acknowledge the mess we’ve made of you.

You’re welcome.