You are allowed to cry, kick and scream. You are allowed to hurt. You are allowed to cope with your emotions. You are allowed to sleep for days if it makes you feel better. You are allowed to ignore people if you have nothing to say to them. You are allowed to feel things even if others don’t without feeling guilty about it. It’s okay, fuck anybody who says anything otherwise.
i gotta carry my phone around with me 24/7 just in case nobody texts me
All of the orgasms in fic are so violent. His orgasm came like a punch to the gut. It hit him like a mack truck. It knifed him in a fucking alley. What these orgasms need is a good education.
the orgasm tapped him on the shoulder politely because it wasn’t raised in a goddamn barn
By the time he came back to himself, the orgasm had washed the dishes, vacuumed the living room, and retrieved his lost house key from under the chaise lounge.
People think feminism means that there’s a group of women somewhere that want to take trousers with pockets away from men and give them to women, and give men trousers with fake pockets, while in reality feminism is the general idea that everyone should have trousers with pockets, because pockets are awesome.