“Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings.” ― Cheris Kramarae


straight boys think girls can’t take compliments, and that’s ridiculous cause i’ve seen so many girls compliment each other, i’ve seen conversations & friendships blossom from girls complimenting each other in line, on the street, at school waiting for the bus, pretty much anywhere.

the problem is straight boys think sexual harassment & assault are compliments.

Augustus: so your name is four
Tobias: yeah
Augustus: you could say it's a metafour
Tobias: will you stop




posts saying white cis males suck


posts saying all men suck


friends reblogging those posts


true broe

you are SO right my fellow cis white male brother. also i have this extra coupon for supercuts im not gonna use I thought you might want it?? “Holler” at me if you do, I’ll catch you on the flippity flop



so I’m bowling for abortion access and  my personal fundraising goal is $200, if you want to donate my page is here!

Signal boost!

My being a fat woman does not mean:


  • I am desperate.
  • That it takes less on your part to be romantic. 
  • That I will jump into bed with you because you “pity” me.
  • That I have to be attracted to you if you are attracted to me.
gay kid: hey i like your shoes
straight boy: haha thanks but im straight



There are a number of students in my GCSE class that have behavioural issues and if they feel uncomfortable they can do anything from storm out of the classroom to throwing chairs and punching their tables. They’re great kids, they just dont always see the light at the end of the tunnel and when they are in stressful situations they dont know what to do other than lash out sometimes. They are 10 months away from their final exams and the pressure is being mounted on them in every aspect of their school lives.

Last week one of the students saw me making little origami stars. Its something I do when I’m feeling anxious to help me focus on something else. He asked if I could show him how to make them. He had been clenching his fists all lesson, which I’ve noticed is a tell that he is struggling to retain composure. I gave him a strip of paper and talked it through with him. Soon half of the class were asking me to show them. They all picked it up really quickly.

After about five minutes and about 8 stars later, the student sat back down and was in a much calmer and motivated mood for the rest of the lesson. Our next lesson I placed a box of paper strips on my desk and when I saw anyone getting worked up about their work I silently placed a strip in front of them and let them get on with it. The lesson after I was amazed to see that students would go up to the box of their own accord, pick up a few strips and head back to their desks to continue working after calming down.

Yesterday I brought a large jar into the classroom and placed my anxiety stars in there. The boys put their strsss stars in there too. When they fill the jar I’m going to bring sweets into the lesson to celebrate them working hard and working through their problems in a positive manner. I know I’m not the teacher they deserve just yet but I feel like I’ve made a big breakthrough with them.

art therapy is important.

Girls GIRLS gIRLS omg guess what. (Long post but if you loved me you’d at least read the last part)

So I’ve been watching My Mad Fat Diary and thinking: I love this show. It’s so cute. I love that the protagonist is fat.

But I’ve also been thinking: To bad stuff like this doesn’t actually happen to fat girls. (Aka me).

So change of scenery for a second. I like this guy. He’s punk. He’s cute. He’s sweet. And


So I just admired him from a far. (Back on track) Today I was watching mmfd and being too depressed to leave the house. My mom gave me this ten dollar gift card and told me to go buy myself something so I would leave the house. So I gathered up the strength and did. I was at a red light and a black jeep pulled up next to me, with its window rolled down. This guy leaned out his window and started making these hand signals at me. I looked at him all confused, so I just rolled my window down.

"I like your liscense plate" he said. (My best friend bought me a holder that says my other car is the tardis).

I said thanks and the light was green so I drove off. The guys lane got in front of mine and I saw a bumper sticker on the guys car and it hit me like a train.

It was the guy I like. The guy I’ve always been to scared to talk to. I screamed really loud.

I know, I made you read all of that for an “I like your liscense plate”, but do you know what this means?

When I see him in the parking lot I HAVE A CONVERSATION STARTER!

So to be continued… Hopefully.


If you’re old enough to post death threats to women online whilst wielding a weapon, you’re old enough to face the consequences. No sympathy for misogynists.