shout out to all the black and white cats named oreo, all the orange tabbies named tiger, all the grey cats named smokey, all the black cats named shadow, and all the calico cats named patches
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how could i forget the white cats named snowball, shout out to all the white cats named snowball
Privileged folk ridiculing safe spaces is so funny as if men don’t refuse to enter “girly” stores and have “man caves”, as if white people don’t avoid black neighbourhoods, as if straight people don’t ostracise gay people from their social circles, like who’s really the one with the safe spaces lol
that’s the thing about power dynamics. Your boss has no problem entering your work space randomly, while you can’t enter his office as freely. Same mechanic is happening here, only that when you refuse to let your boss (privileged people) enter your space (safe space), they feel offended because they think they’re entitled to entering your space all the time.
me: beer is so nasty
bearded 26 year old yuppie white man that listens to the black keys: thats because you drink capri sun sweetie:) your palette is so unsophisticated grow up (: I ferment my own piss
When I reblog posts with low notes I feel like I’m shopping at whole foods. This is some locally grown fair trade indie label content, and I support it
Me, with my indie folk gf
Her: The cider on my tongue is hot with false rememberings and that’s what summer means to me
Me: Yo, what the fuck do you ever be talking about?
Would you mind if I sat next to you and watched you smile?
I may be a little weird but at least i didnt write fifty shades of grey
