one thing i love about college is that everyone is so exhausted that nobody judges anyone for sleeping anywhere like


just rest your eyesimage

get comfy


we’re all in  this together


you are safe here


it will be ok


This is by far the cutest college post I have ever seen

(Source: bepeu, via sany16)

"The fact is, like it or not, you still live a world where gender matters. Where gender controls not just the entire course of your life – but the lives of women all over the world. Every second, a child will be born female in a country where she will persecuted for this random biological occurrence for the rest of her life. So before you hold up your anti-Feminist placard proudly and smile at your own sense of empowerment, think not what Feminism can do for you, but what it can do for that one girl. She needs someone to stand up for her. That someone could be you."


Women make up 45% of the gaming community and 0% of the protagonists of the 25 biggest games of the year.

"Yes, but that’s still a minority! If more women played video games, there would be more reason to have female protagonists!"

Men make up 35% of the cinema audience and 84% of the protagonists of the 25 biggest movies of the year.

(via a-ridiculous-miracle)




wow I didn’t know fuckin chocolate eggs were gendered

I work at a concession stand in an ice rink. We sell a bunch of chocolate bars and snacks and shit including Kinder Surprise eggs.
So one day this woman comes up to the counter with her two little kids, a girl who’s probably about 6 or 7 and a little boy, maybe 3 or 4. The mom asks what they want, the little girl points at the Kinder eggs and says “One of those!”. I asked if she wanted the white or the pink egg. She said pink. The little boy pointed to the Kinder eggs and says “One of those!”. I asked if he wanted the white or the pink egg. He said pink. HOLY SHIT IT WAS LIKE I OPENED THE GATES OF HELL. The mom absolutely FLIPPED and was like “YOU ARE NOT GETTING THE PINK EGG IT’S ONLY FOR GIRLS. YOU CAN GET THE WHITE ONE OR NOTHING AT ALL”. The little boy looked at his mom and said “But I want the same as ______ (whatever the sister’s name was)”. The mom completely ignored him and turned to me and gave me a death glare. “He can have the white egg.”
I had to give a little boy a white egg when he wanted the pink so that he could be the same as his big sister and he started crying. The mom just reiterated that the pink egg was for girls and told him that boys don’t cry.
And this is why we shouldn’t gender fucking chocolate eggs.

I didn’t know that kinder eggs were gender based. I just thought they were freaking good.
ugh yuck poor baby he has to live with a mother like that


Today I went to a ‘catch-up’ at my high school (organised by the school). I felt kind of uncomfortable at the start (which is understandable). Students and some teachers were gathered in the staff room, everyone talking and mingling. There were plates of food and soft drinks here and there. There were the girls (a bit more than half there) who I hardly or didn’t speak to at all during school . I had a moment when it occurred to me that this was pure socialising. I didn’t want to feel like I have in the past in these school environments. No, no, no I have done my suffering. 

And I didn’t! My anxiety had eased, my mind was quieter. I enjoyed talking to people and not wanting to get out of the situation as soon as possible or being too caught up with the thoughts in my head. Eventually my friend, her group and I (they’re my friends as well but I wasn’t fully part of their group- I had my own ‘group’ which was never really strong) sat together around a mini cactus (it was the decoration on the table). After, all of us but one walked around the school for a bit to see what had changed. It was around 7:10 pm and pretty dark at this time. Then us girls walked to the town, eventually deciding on going to the fish and chips place for dinner. I enjoyed chatting about stuff, not having illogical, repeating thoughts in my head that I was going mad and/or a sick feeling in my upper stomach/diaphram area. I felt normal. It was great. Then my friend’s dad came to drop her and also three of us home.

I could talk properly, and easily haha. Often I like, forget how to talk. Plus I didn’t feel like I was ‘putting up a front’ despite and often due to, how shitty I would be feeling inside.

yay more of this please please mind please social anxiety mylife


This is why i hate talking to people when im uncomfortable, and in this case, to someone sitting next to me in my psych lecture. I unintentionally say something that can be considered racist and didn’t really have anything to do with what the person said before. I feel like digging a hole and burying myself in it ughhhh.

not a good first impression fml i can't take it back social anxiety mylife

Progress for a recent painting of mine. Just need to put a little more into it!