The unsterotypical corner

This is where you can come and pick the ever so growing mind of a unsterotypicalesbian. We can talk about anything on your mind and mine. You never know what you will find on my mind so be careful.

Bruce…
Firefly cosplay!

soycrates:

"Now buy a house!" (smbc-comics)

(via ikizami)


I hope you can take a moment out of your day to recognize this girl is killing it.

rnedia:

trying to argue with someone over text is like being italian and having to talk with handcuffs on

(Source: neptunain, via blackorchidcassis)

I'm in my father's class at my high school. He said this today:

Him:

As some of you may not know, I'm a feminist.

class:

*laughs*

Him:

No, really, I am.

Class:

*laughs again*

Him:

Why is that funny?

Asshole:

Because you're a man, and you shouldn't think that way.

Him:

Well why not?

Asshole:

I dunno that's just the way that is.

Him:

I'm a feminist because of my wife. She and I have the EXACT same job. Yet, I make more than her.

Class:

*laughs*

Him:

Why is that funny? Shouldn't women be paid equally as men?

Same Asshole:

No, they're supposed to be in the kitchen.

Him:

*slams fist on asshole's desk* Why?

Asshole:

Because that's how it is.

Him:

Why?

Asshole:

That's their job.

Him:

Why?

Asshole:

*can't come up with another answer*

Him:

I'm a feminist because my wife has the exact same job, gets less pay, and with that, I can barely support my three children. If she got paid as much as me, life would be a bit easier for all of us.

*note, my mother is a teacher like my father*

Him:

Women gave birth to us, and now, here in the state of Michigan, they can't even have their own rights? It's 2014 people! Grow up or get out of my class.

Class:

*silence*

Him:

Now.. Louis XVI

perks-of-being-chinese:

dominicsellie:

bootycaller:

LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE LEGS THEY BARELY KNOW HOW TO STAND THEY’RE SO EXCITED FOR FOOD OHY GOD

the first and fourth ones arent even standing up

AWWWW

perks-of-being-chinese:

dominicsellie:

bootycaller:

LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE LEGS THEY BARELY KNOW HOW TO STAND THEY’RE SO EXCITED FOR FOOD OHY GOD

the first and fourth ones arent even standing up

AWWWW

(via blackorchidcassis)



First day at school, Gaza, Palestine.

this is the most important thing right now.

Two years ago I moved my 80-year-old father closer to me so I could take care of him. We had been best friends from the day I was born. We are so much alike, we have the same ridiculous sense of humor, and we know what each other is thinking without saying a word. Caring for him deepened our friendship, and about six months in, some of the questions from my childhood started creeping back into my mind. My whole life, I felt like something was off. As a child, I knew my family was different, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. There were things that just didn’t quite add up. Things that didn’t make sense. I remember asking questions and not being satisfied with the answers I received. It hit me one night as I was driving home from his apartment. I turned the car around and went back. I opened the door and without hesitation asked, “Are you gay?”

As the words fell out of my mouth, a sense of peace came with it. A sigh of relief and a deep understanding. In the seconds before he responded, I felt as if all of my childhood questions were finally answered.

“Well … I wouldn’t say I’m straight.”

—   My Dad and I Helped Each Other Come Out | Rosalee Eichstedt for the Advocate  (via gaywrites)

(via lukanightfire)