when i see radfems clutching their pearls about the term “milf” im baffled. people are going to find women sexy and want to have sex with them. recreating the idea of “the sexiest woman” to be 38 instead of 18 is a good thing. i personally hate the fetishization of virginity, and milfdom gets around that. we should be clowning as hard as possible on 40yo men who are no longer attracted to their wives after they gave birth 3 times. long live milfmania
I don’t care about this saccharine Christian myth about guardian angel’s and all that, but this comment? This comment wins:
god and jesus watching me trying to bang my guardian angel
Tumblr really has changed. There’s not a single Supernatural gif or even a reference to dean/cas on this post. are we really all too proud to remember our past?
you have your whole life to figure out things. to figure out who you are, what you like, what you dislike. and even when you think you’ve figured yourself out, that version of you isn’t permanent. you’re forever evolving and learning more about yourself, learning about how much there is to love.
When your living space is a mess, don’t ever look around and think you should have managed better. Don’t look at the chaos as all the things you should have done. Look around and think, “Look how exhausted I’ve been. I have been saving my energy to save myself and that is right.” And then ask yourself what is one thing you could do that would make you feel more at home in your space–one thing you can manage right now. If that’s fluffing up your pillows, if that’s putting the cups back in the kitchen, if that’s writing a list of fruit you haven’t had in a while and going out to buy it, if it’s picking up your laundry from the floor and putting it on the chair, if it’s wiping the dust off your crystals–that’s enough. Do what would help you now. It’s okay to be tired. It’s okay to be a mess. It’s enough to do what would help and leave the rest.
