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alisonofagun:

fuckyourwritinghabits:

cornflakepizza:

winchesterbr0s:

hesmybrother-hesadopted:

czarnoksieznik:

beesmygod:

“chuffed doesnt mean what you think it means”

it means exactly what i think it means its just some stupid word that literally has two definitions that mean the opposite thing

what in the shit pissing fuck

This makes me really chuffed.

This post is quite egregious

Well I’m nonplussed by this whole post.

goddamnit.

why are you guys so upset about autoantonyms? they are literally the best ever

(via justawordshaker)

josephbirdsong:

I think most people understand that “faggot” is a pretty horrible utterance. However, I’ve seen a few campaigns over the years to “take back the word.” In some cases, this means using the word within the community until it loses all negative connotations. I normally don’t…

moniquill:

goldenheartedrose:

greencarnations:

goldenheartedrose:

aidanturnerfrustration:

tittybasket:

1800chokethath0e:

lucatastrophe:

• “For the sake of fuck”
• “For shitting out loud”
• “For the fuck of God”
• “Don’t go fucking yourself in the foot”
• “I hope I don’t fuck the toaster on this”
• “Fuckwad”
• “Cocktard”
• “Shitbeak”
• …

These are cool and all, but can we not forget that the ending “tard” is a diminutive of “r****d” and as such, is ableist and should be avoided?

I recommend substituting “lord,” e.g. “cocklord.”

Ooh, yes. Cocklord. I concur.

‘Waffle’ is also an excellent suffix.

Fuckwaffle

Cockwaffle

Douchewaffle

Shitwaffle

etc.

Cosigning the comment about the use of the diminutive ending “tard.” 

(via blonde-cyborg)

aleashurmantine:

1.
Your roommate comes home to find you
in the kitchen, in old sweatpants and a lace bra,
heating soup on the stove. You wonder

what she thinks of your stomach, its pillowy folds, if
it isn’t a little obscene, how it grows softer every day
while you stand…

I think about your thighs,” she wrote in the second letter, “and the warm, moist smell of your skin in the morning, and the tiny eyelash in each corner of your eye that I always notice when you first roll over to look at me. I don’t know why you are better and more beautiful than anybody else. I don’t know why your body is something I can’t stop thinking about, why those little flaws and ridges on your back are lovely to me or why the pale soft bottoms of your New Jersey feet that always wore shoes are more poignant than any other feet, but they are. I thought I would have more time to chart your body, to map its poles, its contours and terrains, its inner regions, both temperate and torrid - a whole topography of skin and muscle and bone. I didn’t tell you, but I imagined a lifetime as your cartographer, years of exploration and discovery that would keep changing the look of my map. It would always need to be redrawn and reconfigured to keep up with you. I’m sure I’ve missed things, Bill, or forgotten them, because half the time I’ve been wandering around your body blind drunk with happiness. There are still places I haven’t seen.

—Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved (via johnsteinbeck-)

(Source: wistly, via infinitetransit)

cardboardcupcake:

bobbyisrightthereyaidjit:

writeworld:

Instead of whispered, consider:

• murmured
• mumbled
• muttered
• breathed
• sighed
• hissed
• mouthed
• uttered
• intoned
• susurrated
• purred
• said in an undertone
• gasped
• hinted
• said low
• said into someone’s ear
• said…

BLESS YOU, BOBBY, BLESS YOU.