Relationships.
What are the rules?
What are the agreements?
Who’s right?
Who’s wrong?
Do you know how a relationship works?
Do you?
#hey burton stop shipping your wife and your best friend it’s getting weird
tim burton’s entire film career has been a slow, faltering, roundabout way of asking for a threesome
Reblogging for the caption.
Ellen’s just like “Don’t even lie to me. I went on ‘trips’ with plenty of girls and we were ‘just friends’. I AM ELLEN, DON’T YOU DARE HIDE YOUR GAY IN MY PRESENCE.”
^ “DON’T YOU DARE HIDE YOUR GAY IN MY PRESENCE.” I literally thought Gandalf the Grey.
YOU SHALL NOT PASS [as heterosexual]!
Ellen is Gandalf the Gay
GANDALF THE GAY
For the fucking comments oh my GOD.
Ellen can smell your gay from miles away.
the last one </3
:’(
The last one though:((. Ducky was always my favorite!
omfg…
the first one really did it for me!! why did I read theseeee! :((
I shall make a post about pizza and wait to see if the famous pizza tumblr user will find it. I’m not even gonna tag it. See if they actually see it….
When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.
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