*chad dylan cooper voice* did you, sonny?? did you really?


whats up w/ grown men who look at all the evils of the modern world and go “the real enemy is teenage girls, with their duckface and their smartphones and their selfies and their boy bands. they are destroying culture”


presenting in class like



i care more about the speed of my internet than the direction of my life

I’m sick of seeing male confessional songwriters– everyone from Bob Dylan to Eminem– get praised for their openness and honesty while their female counterparts are continually accused of being overly dramatic man-haters. Most of Taylor’s songs that deal with breakups are either silly and light-hearted (nobody’s crying themselves to sleep over “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together”), or they’re accounts of problematic or even abusive relationships.

She doesn’t have to be your taste, and I can totally understand why someone wouldn’t be into her, but choosing to write off a young woman completely because she “has too many feelings” is just typical, old school misogyny. Don’t like her music? Cool. Don’t like her style? Cool. Don’t like the way she words things in interviews? Totally reasonable. But if you’re willing to paint this woman as the CRAZY BITCH EX-GIRLFRIEND because she uses her platform to call out men’s bullshit behavior, you’re contributing to a culture that assumes all women’s feelings are irrational and worthless. It’s mean, it’s boring, and we can do better.

It’s Officially Time To Stop Making Fun Of Taylor Swift For Having Feelings by Hayley Hoover (at

This is all true, but Taylor Swift is problematic for her perpetuation of the “I’m not like other girls” songs and she even sex-shames in that same song.  

(via gofatyourself)


When a guy takes off his sweatshirt and his shirt comes off too


Remember back in 5th grade, when everyone vowed not to ever do drugs


introductory paragraph of my essay:




my family usually eats bagged cereals (you know, the off brand kinds that taste like deceit) and today my mother came home with 15+ boxes of sugared name-brand cereal, dumped them into my arms, and said “i can’t eat lies anymore, caroline.”