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mmmahogany:

#john barrowman is having none of your misogynist bullshit

i love that barrowman’s response also distances him from the contestant
"hahahaha women do laundry right john?  you with me, john?"
"don’t lump me in with you, you fucking martian”

This is what I’m talking about when I keep saying that men have to deny the endorsement. This guy wanted Barrowman’s tacit support or agreement for his sexism, as part of bonding through humour. John went nope.

Bolding mine.

I hope I live long enough to attain even a tenth of Barrowman’s “you fucking martian” face.

(Source: kaniehtiio)

depression, anxiety

I always feel awful. It doesn’t go away. Unless I’m being distracted by something at any given time, every second of being awake feels horrible and overwhelming.

I read a lot of “feel better about yourself because we are all awesome” articles. They aren’t actually working, but I just find it so interesting to read articles and posts from people who are satisfied and happy with themselves. I have no idea what it would be like to feel that way. It’s a very foreign concept to me. 

I don’t know how people do this whole “life” thing! It’s absolutely crazy to me that so many people manage to have full-time jobs and hobbies and kids and take vacations and buy houses and even manage to keep them clean. And they can be happy while doing this. Whaaat? 

I don’t know if I can enjoy a life outside of bed. Sleep. Unconsciousness.

I don’t know how I’m even continuing. I just am because it’s the only thing to do. I am pushed through life only by the slow passage of time.

(This turned out longer than I thought. I may edit/delete later, but it feels good to type things out. Typing out my thoughts took me from being a bundle of nerves to sleepy. Should probably revive my livejournal, haha.)

beatonna:

Here is a sketch comic I made called Ducks, in five parts.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Ducks is about part of my time working at a mining site in Fort McMurray, the events are from 2008.  It is a complicated place, it is not the same for all, and these are only my own experiences there.  It is a sketch because I want to test how I would tell these stories, and how I feel about sharing them.  A larger work gets talked about from time to time.  It is not a place I could describe in one or two stories.  Ducks is about a lot of things, and among these, it is about environmental destruction in an environment that includes humans.  Thank you for taking the time to read it.

-Kate

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