Not all little girls are bashful and naive.
(via nextchaptersamebook)
heading out tonight as I have essentially just finished my undergrad.
Craftsmate makes me green drinks
called ivysaurs because he thinks he is hilarious.
See you all tomorrow morning. Or more realistically tomorrow afternoon.
So, I got my thesis back today and got a really great grade.
Of course this was ruined by one of my readers including misogynist comments in my crit and feeling the need to mansplain something I had researched for months that he “just had a hunch” about.
Nonetheless, a high grade and low expectations for the old boys club which is my department both “satisfied,” so to speak.
(Source: kokobuk, via illeatyrfuxkingsoul)
Modesty’s a sham, sweetheart. Now, smile.
(Source: eggsackley, via pretty-follies)
And sometimes I am reticent and confused.
(Source: jewist, via pretty-follies)
Anonymous asked: You're my hero.
Pshhhhhhh.
“Tentacle porn was pretty formative for me.” — Shit Craftsmate says.
My body looks a lot like this girl’s body more or less. Especially in the leg region. And there is something stupidly reassuring about seeing your own body in pictures on here.
I have what my boyfriend refers to as tapered thighs. I have really muscular, slim calves and then a donk and a half as far as a butt. As a result, the back of my thighs look more triangular than rectangular, so to speak. Or, at least, they aren’t straight up and down.
And to see a girl with legs like mine all tied up and giving a wicked eyefuck is pretty damn awesome. It’s like stupidly validating that my body isn’t absurd or ridiculous.
Except a certain somebody confirms that mine are more muscular. So there.
(Source: welldeservedrestraint, via character-less)