|—||(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.” (via les-espaces-et-les-sentiments)|
This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out “stop flirting with me!” at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because
1. I wasn’t
2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional
3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people
4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, “dude, trust me, she’s not flirting with you” to him
That asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasn’t flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.
One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have “a chance” with her.
When I asked him what made him think that, he said “Well, she talks to me.”
And this is why it is so difficult to be a girl and be friends with men who are attracted to women.
Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.
So yesterday something that perfectly illustrates this happened. I work at a fast food place and this guy comes in at 7am on a Sunday, still probably drunk from the night before, and when I smiled and said goodmorning he said “Did you just say that because you’re being paid to say that?”
I repressed my urge to sarcastically answer, and said “Nope, I just enjoy saying hi to everyone!” To which he responded, “Oh, so you weren’t flirting with me then.”
Dude, I’m not flirting with your gross 7am-on-a-Sunday-ass, trust me.
My defense mechanism when I’m uncomfortable at work is to smile, so I did that and said “Is there anything I can get you this morning?” to which he responded,
"There, you just smiled! What does that mean?"
At this point I was fed up, so I said,
"I smile at everyone sir, its just what I do. What can I get you, coffee, a bagel?"
And he said “I’m gonna be watching to see if you smile at everyone. I don’t like it when girls lie to me” and then ordered a coffee and a muffin like he hadn’t just said something at 11 on the “Is this guy a serial rapist” scale (where 0 is ‘no’ and 10 is ‘Yes, run away as fast as you can right now.”).
Then he sat there for another hour and a half, staring at me from his table. When he got up and left he came back to the counter, and said “You do smile at everyone. That’s fucked up.” and walked out.
I can’t even be innocuously polite and pleasant to people at my job (where customer service is the number one thing we are supposed to be focusing on) for fear of this shit happening. What happens if he had decided to wait until my shift was over?
New Rule: If she’s at work, SHE’S NOT FLIRTING WITH YOU.
this is why i am a bitch to everyone and act as unladylike as possible
How Did You Find That Untagged Post From 11 Months Ago a story of confusion, fear, and general unease
actually, now you can! you put in your tumblr url, and it gives you every untagged post on your blog.
like, i remember that i was in the dream, and i was driving my moms car and courtney was in the seat next to me, and i looked over at her and my brain thinks “shes a dog” and then i think about myself and im like “ok im a dog, we are both dogs” and as im driving i have this horrid realization that i have movie tickets and a dinner reservation that we now cannot act on because we are dogs and we’re not allowed into the theatre or restaurants, and i just got so fucking mad
…. what kind of dog was i?
we’re being faced with a serious issue.
there is only 1 sarcasm left
now we’ve got to use it wisely. please, for the love of god, think before you speak. it’s gotta be good.
yeah, okay, i’ll be sure to do that
THIS SHIT GETS ME EVERY GOTDAMN TIMEEEE
Interesting how we’re always hearing how shameful and irresponsible it is to be a teen mom.
But we never hear the same messages directed at teen dads.
Or even the words “teen dad”.
It’s almost like society demonizes women’s sexuality and sexual choices while absolving men of all sexual responsibility and judgement.
first rule of fight club: be a misogynistic tool
second rule of fight club: pretend exaltation of masculinity is profound in a masculine society
Third rule: totally miss the ending where all of this is rejected, while also failing to realise that taking ideas to an extreme within fiction is a means of examining them, and meant to be subversive to the very ideas that it’s purporting.
Fourth Rule: Actively ignore that when gay authors write books about half naked, sweaty men screaming NO HOMO at each other while wrestling they’re usually taking the piss.
Liana made some little chronic illness slogan graphics that she thought might be helpful for people who have such illnesses to have on standby for facebook/tumblr/etc, or to print out to hand to people when explaining to yet another person is just too much!
Barbara Stanwyck shows how to handle a sleaze in Baby Face, 1933
I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.
1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.
so the 30-year-old song “Africa” by Toto is now number one on itunes because some radio station convinced the whole population of new zealand to buy it simultaneously
breaking bad writers room
"okay. no matter what we do, people seem to see walt as a good guy. what can we do to fix this"
"how about… walt threatens to eat a baby"
"and he does it…"
"at a chuck e. cheese"
"during a child’s birthday"
months later, on a breaking bad fan forum
centaurfan5501 said: “can’t believe skyler wouldn’t let walt eat that baby during a birthday at the chuck e. cheese”
mustardhomecrafter said: “yeah what the fuck is her problem”
OMG omg omg!!! I never knew that the word for that falling feeling existed. I so that all the time, that’s why I’m such a light sleeper. I jerk myself awake often.
Niblings: a gender-neutral term for nephews and nieces!