My grandmother grew up in this tiny village in Barbados, and she was the only kid in the village to have a cricket bat. She used to play with all the boys, but then they started stealing the bat every time she bought it out of the house and saying that she couldn’t play because girls shouldn’t play sport. So one day she invited them to come play cricket, then set fire to the bat and made them watch it burn, so none of them could play cricket anymore. She was 11.
Have I reblogged this before?
Do I care?
See: me, all my male friends ever. I love my guy friends, I really do, but that doesn’t stop me from getting incredibly upset when one of them questions, for example, the idea of privilege, or the pervasiveness of sexualized art in comics. Or makes a rape joke. It’s like suddenly being reminded how very different our perspectives are and though I can make strides and try to explain things and maybe make some parallels (my boyfriend is very receptive to this; thank you, boyfriend), there’s just some things that some of my guy friends will never even be able to comprehend and it’s supremely frustrating.
This is every man I have ever been in a relationship with, ever been related to, ever been friends with. Pretty much.
One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
are you satan
today in science class we were talking about thunderstorms and we looked out the window and there was a storm in the distance so i quietly whispered “the oncoming storm” and the kid behind me banged his knee on the desk and choked i think i have found my soulmate
this wasn’t supposed to get any notes omg
i ship it
We are dating