This is fucking amazing.

yesterdaysmeme:

screamingfemale:

positiveconnotation:

IT’S TIME FOR MY GIVEAWAY!

To celebrate my 200th follower, my birthday and my one-year anniversary to my boyfriend, Matt, I’ve decided to host my very first tumblr giveaway.

Included in the prize package will be:

-A copy of Yes Means Yes! by Jaclyn Friedman and Jessica Valenti
-A copy of A Piece Of Cake by Cupcake Brown
-A journal
-13 of the cutest fucking colored pencils you ever did see
-A “love bug” worry stone, to keep your troubles away
-A “boobies!” sticker
-A fucking adorable handmade stuffed cyclops owl (made by yours truly)
-12 condoms
-A small clitoral vibrator from EdenFantasys
-2 soft cup menstrual cups


The Rules:

-You don’t HAVE to be following me, but I’d appreciate it. Especially since this giveaway was mostly prompted by the fact that I reached a landmark number of followers.
-You may reblog as many times as you like, and one like counts as an entry, but only on one of your accounts. I think it’s cheap if you enter on, like, six different blogs. Don’t be a dick.
-If someone who doesn’t need/want a vibrator or menstrual cups wins, I’ll think of something else.
-The giveaway ends on June 13th, after I graduate, because I don’t want to deal with it until then.

Good luck, have fun, and I hope you win. I love you guys!

MDC-I Remember

soikuma:

serious man by Esben Bøg on Flickr.

unff

I dunno maybe. I’m a little uncomfortable with that though. You gotta take me on a date to some vegan food and maybe a bit of wine before you get to see nipple. 

daggermouth-party:

The Front Bottoms - Flashlight

Please fall asleep
So I can take pictures of you
And hang them in my room
So when I’ll wake I’ll be like “yeah, everything’s all right”

parisnotfrance:

Such majestic creatures

I’ve been asked a few times this week so maybe. I’ll see how I feel when i wake up. 

Things just cling to me. Or maybe I’m the one that’s clinging. I still have these feelings sitting on my shoulders for you. They’re getting pretty damn heavy and they make it hard to sleep and then they make it hard for me to get up in the morning. There’s this crushing loneliness about me. But if i look back it’s always been this way.  

I wish that i was like satin, and everything and everyone just slipped right off of me. No one would matter and i’d forget just as soon as I came to know. 

Deep down I don’t want to forget. Those moments are what keep me going. 

What a sad paradox.