'And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees,
books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.'
i am the queen mole rat
22, basement dweller,
canadian swamp person,
lover and creep.
ohhh what a draining couple of days. it is very difficult to spend time with people
never mind victim blaming “well she needs to take responsibility for getting herself raped” friends from elementary school who have decided to jump into this muslim thing full force (which is AWESOME GO YOU FRIEND) rather than maybe easing into it after 22 years of christianity. i promise you’re not a bad person for hugging your male friend or swearing a little it’s okay little friend it’s okay
what’s not okay is making it impossible to debate with you or tell you anything and then to only let up when i am crying from frustration and the words “you need to be realistic about society”
“wow what a great role model that woman is her shorts are so tight”
“if you’re going to get drunk and let yourself lose control yeah then it’s your fault”
“what you really think women are oppressed at all?”
help me tumblr
it’s hard to be an outspoken feminist alone and outside of you