pizza and cherry dr pepper


psa: feminazi is a fucking disgusting term that compares fighting for women’s rights to genocide. 

it was coined by rush limbaugh (that alone should be enough to make you stay far far away from it)

it is a racist term, and it is disrespectful to marginalized groups who suffered in nazi germany (so jews, rroma, lgbt folks, people with disabilities, etc.)

do not use it. 

if you disagree with feminists: do not use it

if you are a feminist: do not reclaim it

thank you


I need everyone that said Mike Brown deserved to be shot down in the street congregate right here and act like the disparity between a white teen and a black teen doesn’t often mean therapy for one and death for the other.

I don’t wish death on that dude, but it’s just so fucking sad that police and others can make up stories about how we justified our own deaths while actual dumbasses that like to do dumb shit actually fire off a weapon and put people in harms way

But he just gets tasered and sent off to jail

That goes to show you that a white man that’s an actual threat is considered more a human being than an unarmed black man.

I need you to tell me I’m fraudulent so I can slap the taste out of your mouth.


i think the Dads record was/is actually so terrible to the point where i think it legitimately damaged my relationship with my actual Dad


it is important for feminist-minded men to actively analyze their own presence, words, and actions to ensure that they are not making the women around them feel uncomfortable or unsafe


We freed them…but at what cost?


Does anyone in Jacksonville want to house us(flashlights) Friday night?


101 plays


Bracket - 2rak005

sam kuhns - joy (against me! cover)
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All’s quiet, except for this song. 
So maybe while I’m not together I can feel like I’m not alone. 
And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts. 
Young sirens wail in a skewed sense of glory. 
And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of fight. 

And there’s a joy, a joy in all I can see. 
A joy, in every possibility. 

And all around us is a great, great failing. 
American rockets red-glare in a most 
disgusting triumph. 
And in passing I am asked “Do you believe in a God?”, 
I shrug off the answer, continue to get high 

in this terror of no explanation. 
I am looking for a faith. 

My panic is an only reason. 

There’s a joy, a joy in all I can see. 
A joy, in every possibility.




I called Joe Queer out for posting a link to the GoFundMe account for the cop who murdered Michael Brown and thanking him for his “service,” so Ben Weasel called me and my friend Danny “fucking diaper babies.”




Can’t believe this shit…

just a…


so excited that i get to put together a compilation of all the female performers for the Fest!!!!