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Hello angst.

feministcontent:

“I can’t dump him now, because then people would think I am even more of a slut than they already do. How could one mistake cause my life to crumble like this?”
Would you publish your diary from when you were a pre-teen on the Internet for the entire world to read?
This is exactly what 27-year-old Emily Lindin (pen name) is doing in the name of countering slut shaming, with a Tumblr blog she has named The UnSlut Project.
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feministcontent:

“I can’t dump him now, because then people would think I am even more of a slut than they already do. How could one mistake cause my life to crumble like this?”

Would you publish your diary from when you were a pre-teen on the Internet for the entire world to read?

This is exactly what 27-year-old Emily Lindin (pen name) is doing in the name of countering slut shaming, with a Tumblr blog she has named The UnSlut Project.

Read More.

(via damnitdisney)

Relationship tip

jkbrawling:

I don’t care what anyone tells you, the most intimate thing you can do with your significant other is share your Netflix account. Nick has totally ruined my recommendations. I now have a category for “gritty action flicks”… And I got a special email alerting me to the new season of Bob’s Burgers. Look before you leap, my friends!

truth bomb.

Things I learn as I get older:

Many many people have felt all the feelings I am feeling.

Many many people have the same fears.

Lots of people in this world are fat. Most people get fat when they get older. They don’t really give a fuck.

I am not special or unique or extraordinary. In some ways I am less shitty than my peers and in some ways I am more so.

I am a blip. A speck. I don’t have to Do Great Things or Make A Grand Contribution To Society.

I should just relax and love the people around me.

I may be alone till I die. I may not be. I can’t do a goddamn thing to control it.

This may sound depressing, but all of these truths are giving me a lot of comfort right now. My “isolated anxious creative female genius” shtick has gone on long enough. Goodbye angst, hello mediocre acceptance!