If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
this fucking hit me like a fucking train
PARTY LIKE THE PAST TWELVE MONTHS WEREN’T EMOTIONALLY CRIPPLING
Poetic Cosmos of the Breath, 2007
The sun doesnt give a shit about you the stars aren’t proud of you the plants arent happy you exist I’m so tired of this fucking website
people saying harmless things to cheer others up makes me SO MAD and theres NOTHING WORSE and THIS WEBSITE IS ABSOLUTE TRASH how can people do things that have NO EFFECT ON ME to try and spread positive vibes I AM A PISSBABY SUPREME
Too sad/tired/sick to care
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