Jess. 26. Book Blogger. Video Gamer. And all around awesome chick. I post tons of random stuff and tend to talk about my feelings. ♥
If you think you can do it better, than fucking put your money where your mouth is and fucking do it. Otherwise sit down, shut the fuck up and deal with it. /sigh
He doesn’t mind that I don’t know anything about sports AND he’s okay with the fact that the only reason I watched the Superbowl is because Colin Kaepernick is my new (other) boyfriend.
And he’s going to be here in 62 days. I can’t fucking wait.
Also we’re disgustingly cute together! And I love it.
Seriously. I don’t like not being able to heal myself, but the guys don’t need another healer for 3s :(
When you have an illness, sometimes you have to be selfish and just focus on yourself. It takes so much energy to try and please everyone else and it’s not worth all the emotional and physical stress. You have to do what’s best for you, even if other people are critical of you or don’t understand. You know your body better than anyone else and you can decide what activities you can and can’t do.
what i needed to hear today
It is May the 4th, and everything is cuter in Adventure Time style. By Mike Vasquez and Joe Hogan.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
"hi guys! this is a comic i made for a final in my comics in literature class. we had to do a research paper on a topic we’d discussed in class and then accompany it with a comic with a relevant subject. my paper was about hyper-sexualization of women in comic books, but i decided to broaden it out here as well as personalize it and make myself the subject and discuss something i’ve been subjected to in the convention circuit and on the internet as well as thousands of other women, as well as give a cue to thought about how the comic book industry as well as the video game industry and even just media in general (all of which are male dominated) push such ridiculous pressures onto girls and women.
also, it feels kind of silly to have to add this since i hope it’s obvious, but i am very aware that there are men that don’t subscribe to this attitude, and am incredibly grateful that these issues are brought to light to people other than the ones that are subjected to it.
anyway haha i have literally been staring at this for 9 hours i don’t even know which direction is up anymore. thanks for reading!!!
