"how are you going to look with all those tattoos when you’re old??"
rad as hell
Reblogging this babe
reblogging for the last shot
fun fact: she got them all after she turned like 37. all of them.“She said: ‘I love my tattoos but men don’t seem to feel the same. My appearance seems to scare them off. ‘I’ve only ever been on one date in seven years. That was through a tattoo-lovers dating site - but it didn’t last. ‘I think when men first look at me, they think I’m a bit rough. They mutter ‘look at the state of her’ under their breath. They don’t bother to get to know me.’ ”
The countdown is on. 🇬🇧 #london #2014 #travel
Simply not true, bad day is a bad day regardless wherever you are
I had a few bad days in london and they were just plain bad!
what a beautiful powerful human being
I will always reblog this when it comes up on my dash
You don’t need religion to have morals. If you can’t determine right from wrong then you lack empathy, not religion.
And for all these reasons, I’ve decided to scalp you, and burn your village to the ground.
Yes! Happy thanksgiving!
OMG I want…..
I just made the weirdest sounds… All the cute!
Me literally every time some jerk on the train tries to spread his (and it is always ‘his’) legs across 3 seats.
Yo, you can pack a bag and take this train all the way to the Men’s Rights headquarters. I’m sick of some dinky high school boy trying to nudge me out of the way so he can take up both arm rests.
I’ve had a lot of men stop dead in the sidewalk and dance awkwardly out of the way at the last minute, giving me bewildered glances because I moved exactly halfway over when walking towards them and they expected me to flatten myself to the wall. I’ve watched uncomfortable knee-flinches when my legs obstinately refuse to be primly squeezed together to allow him the maximum possible spread on public transportation. I’ve received uncertain side-eyes on the plane because no, actually, I am using the armrest on this side, you can have the one on the aisle/window.
It’s always the exact same expression, too; this startled, confused uncertainty, like they’ve never before considered the fact that I might demand the space courtesy grants as my due - followed by an uncomfortable yielding when they face the fact that there’s nothing they can say without being an overt jackass.
I shoulder-check a lot more dudes than I used to, consciously not getting out of the way. It’s great.
My favorite: not removing my arms from the armrests in a theater when a guy sits next to me. It’s fascinating how befuddled/resentful they are. For extra enjoyment, count the number of times they make sighing or whining noises as they dramatically shift in their seat, as if it was made of boiling lava. I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING. They will make audible noises to get you to “back down.” Note: due to a disability of several years duration, I have to use the armrests, so I discovered the “men get the armrests and women don’t” rule by accident.
Ah, the “Spread your legs as wide as you can” guys on public transport… It’s not half as big as you think, jerk!!
True words have not been spoken.
really tho straight guys will go on and on about how uncomfortable it makes them when gay guys hit on them but lets be fucking honest how many times have u seen a guy continue to hit on another guy after hes visibly uncomfortable vs. how many times a straight guy has continued to hit on a girl after shes visibly uncomfortable
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