awkward moments from my inbox…
“I hid my vibrator and now I can’t remember where. Fuck.”
“Oh my gosh I feel so embarrassed! I was grinding on the edge of my bed and I was getting really close to cumming, but then my mom just opened the door and I stopped immediately and she didn’t ask or anything, just talked to me normally and stuff. I feel so embarrassed and I’m pretty sure she knew what I was doing. I really hope she doesn’t try to address it, or something because I’d really rather not talk about masturbation with my mom. If she does mention anything, what should I say?”
Oh, I would probably just say as little as possible in the hopes of ending the conversation ASAP.
“I was listening to some male orgasm sounds when the headphones came off and it played out loud like “UHHH…” for half second before I managed to pause it. it was so embarrassing, I hope my family didn’t hear.”
“My mom just walked into the bathroom and saw my electric toothbrush (which has no head on it of course) in my hand while I was trying to hide it, I told her I had just broken the head and was going to throw it away, but I think she’s onto me. I’m literally SO embarrassed :(( please tell me this has happened to other girls who still live at home, I’ll feel better knowing I’m not the only one who’s had to go through this!”
It’s not just you, but also: your electric toothbrush is meant to be in the bathroom remember? For brushing your teeth? That’s not even suspicious!
“I took my laptop into the bathroom to masturbate, and watch porn. Well. She caught me bringing it out of the bathroom, and she asked did I have it in there with me. I got nervous, and told her I wanted to finish reading something. I hope she doesn’t think anything of it. Any advice if asked again?”
'I can only pee if I have Netflix.'
“So, not even five minute ago, I was reading a story on solotouch and touching myself. As I was rubbing my clit, getting close to climax, I noticed a little bit of movement on my comforter (I was on my bed) and look over to see a SPIDER crawling towards me. I stopped ( I was freaking out), tried locating a shoe, and killing it. That was annoying. I just needed to share that.”
“After I finished getting off I realized I was out of deodorant and my mum keeps a bunch of new ones in her bathroom I didn’t bother getting dressed, cause you know I’m home alone. I open the door to their room and my dad is sitting there on his iPad and he looks up at me and I quickly closed the door and said nothing. I know it’s my fault in the first place. But I didn’t open the door all the way and maybe he didn’t see anything? Aaah I’m really embarrassed.”
“Oh my god. My dad may or may not have just caught me masturbating to your blog! I have no idea if he knows or not. Dying.”
*moment of silence for everyone that’s been walked in on*
With the holiday’s under way, we all know that this is one of the few times of the year where we, you know, let loose a little bit. Especially with the turkey, gravy, mulled wine, rum and eggnog along with all the rest of our favourite festive foods. However, whilst having fun with your close ones, remember that you can do little things to ensure you are looking after yourself as well.
One of the most important organs in your body is the liver. It’s supported by a variety of vitamins, minerals, herbs, and appropriate supplementation that fills any nutritional gaps in your diet. Liver problems can be caused by an unhealthy diet and by drinking too much alcohol.
Milk Thistle supports liver health by providing powerful antioxidants, and by improving cholesterol metabolism. Pick up some today and know that you are able to celebrate the holidays while, at the same time, knowing that you are taking care of yourself as well.
Of Mice & Men’s first album cover made entirely out of the album’s lyrics, enjoy!
Oh! It’s transparent btw
Why is the blame for romanticizing mental illness lodged at teenage girls documenting/trying to cope with their struggles with mental illness and not grown men who make movies about how medication is evil and schizophrenia is magic powers.
I’m just gonna reblog this every time I see it.
The FBI caught a terrorist last week, but since he is not Muslim, you probably didn’t hear about it on the news.Talbot is a white, radical right-wing conservative who was arrested by the FBI on charges of “attempted interference with commerce by robbery, solicitation to commit a crime of violence and possession of an explosive material.”
His plan was to rob banks to fund his revolution, and then also blow up mosques.
Well, since the ‘blowing up mosques’ part is more or less on the CIA’s agenda, you can see why the FBI wouldn’t want to call him a terrorist…
my feminist goal is not to convince men that girls are of value, my feminist goal is to achieve a future where the judgement of our value isn’t in the hands of men.
and this goes for, especially goes for, trans girls, girls of colour, disabled girls and LGBTQA+ girls.
girls, all girls, and if you believe otherwise don’t reblog this.
As I was sitting in the back of the police car, I remembered the countless times my father came home frustrated or humiliated by the cops when he had done nothing wrong. I felt his shame, his anger, and my own feelings of frustration for existing in a world where I have allowed myself to believe that “authority figures” could control my BEING… my ability to BE!
Danièle’s husband, Brian Lucas, who is white, says he believes they were targeted because they are an interracial couple.
they literally saw a black woman kissing a white man and ASSUMED SHE WAS A PROSTITUTE. and then they said they were married AND THE COPS FUCKING ASKED FOR ID???? what the fuck? what the fuck? and she said no AND WAS ARRESTED? they need to be fired but God knows that’s not going to happen. LISTEN: she’s an actress. this happened to a producer. even fucking Oprah. no matter what you accomplish as a black person, you are still black and people don’t think their rights apply to you despite the constitution
it’s really scary
it’s really infuriating
it’s really exhausting
Only me do I threaten. Only me do I kill. No one else. I know how silly it sounds…but if you knew how it felt. I’m like a stone that lives…locked outside of all that’s real. I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but not to be dying, and yet to be behind an emotionless wall, watching everyone fit in where I can’t, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or reach wrong…to do it all wrong. It’s unbearable. I want to belong. I’m frozen. And because I’m frozen, I write to stimulate [stimulate?] it; I want to sleep all day and night. Not live but not quite die. Oh hell.
Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 13 October 1964. (via violentwavesofemotion)