I have a screenshot somewhere on my phone from the single dumbest facebook post I had ever seen courtesy of an aquaintence. It said something to the effect of, “How wonderful it must be to be a dumpster diver/poor, to have what you need and nothing more”

ugh when my supervisor sends a group email to myself and the two other women in our little department he always starts it off with “Hi Ladies” I never realised exactly why it made my skin crawl until right now, that gendered expectation of some mad men era shit little ladies tottering around the office straightening…

I remember my mum saying to me as a young VERY big attitude lass that being an assertive young women was an excellent quality, as is being strong willed, but to never confuse assertion with aggression. One will get you places the other will cause anger and chaos you don’t need or want. :)

I watched this movie religiously every week from the age of 10 through to about 15. I loved it, I still do, it holds the best memories for me <3

was your baby sitter Dawn from The Babysitters Club ;)

screaming forever

I am so proud to be Australian right now. So proud we didn’t let in that other guy whose name escapes me that considered himself some kind of pick up artist, then Chris Brown and now this knob jockey. God bless Australia.

holy sheet i am crying just reading that dammit

that hairband is perfection

just fainted

its so depressing. I’m in AustrAYA and we have just pledged to take 12,000 out of possible millions and people are complaining. its so damn embarassing. of course as soon as the topic of refugees the first argument people make is “why can’t we clean our own back yard first!!1!??” “what about the homeless GUYZ” YET…

why am i crying rn guys... this man. THIS MAN

imaging the William Shatner version of this really takes this to the next level

so true. pretty sure the Bible says something about “by their fruits you will know them” aka their actions will speak louder ie- these guys are rotten to the core #seewatididthere ;)))))

Norman Reedus as the sexy bartender that you commiserate with one night after a spectacularly shitty shift....

now THAT sounds like some quality television. Bless u

lmfao

ya know as much as I would love to bag my Chrrrrrissstiannn (roll the letters over your tongue, very soothing) sex ed upbringing, the more I think about it, the better it seems comparatively. I mean, I knew what periods etc where, I remember the year 7 teacher going into GRAPHIC detail about arousal and the process…

I can’t be the only one who would happily hate fuck Miles Teller... right guys... GUYS??!!!!

SCREENSHOTTING FOR THE FIANCE BLESS U FOR DOING THE LORDS WORK