Rosies of Color. Happy International Women’s Day.
One of the girls spotted one of my SydGC tags and posted it. I feel special :)
(Pretty sure I’ve drunkenly done one in every pub toilet in Newtown.)
*packing room up to move out*
"Hells yeah I found my old Batman bra! I’m going to take so many cute photos for tumblr"
"………. I AM THE BATMAN"
Someone come be a dork with me, and cuddle me long time. Yes yes? I’m excellent at both activities, I promise.
It’s not about women acting like men… It’s about women acting like women and being successful.
#i have so so so so so so so so many problems with tumblr’s view of zooey deschanel#claiming she’s a manic pixie dream girl#a) real people cannot be manic pixie dream girls they’re people#b) she’s not a manic pixie dream girl as jess either she’s just feminine and likes baking and sweets and dresses and being pretty#i saw one post that called her ‘the wrong kind of weird the kind everyone likes’#but jess isn’t portrayed as some cute perfect woman that all three guys in the loft are chasing after#none of the guys she meets find her attractive because of her quirks and the only person with who it matters#is another teacher with similar quirks#so what if her kind of weird is having pretty eyeslashes and dresses and singing all the time#so what if she expresses herself in an incredibly feminine way#why does that make you want to belittle her #why does that make you so angry#tl;dr FUCK you if you’re against zooey deschanel because she’s too feminine to represent you#fuck you if you have a problem with her because she’s too individual instead of a blank state you can copy yourself on#this is why zooey’s femininity is considered weird#because femininity is burned at the stake for being too pretty
Zooey and Jess forever.
Working at the closest Dangerfield on the day of the Queens/NIN show: All day hottie spotting.
Pigtails and an enormous bow are an excellent time. Come buy stuff from me today plz thx. @dangerfieldclothing
Just gonna throw it out there- “feminazis” aren’t real. Stop equating genocide to that one time a girl told you to stop being a sexist piece of shit.
Walking down Enmore as the evening sets in, I now remember exactly what I fucking love about Sydney.
I didn’t this house I applied for.
So I’m still stuck in the place I’m in now. It has toxic vibes, and I just want to shut myself in my room and not breathe too heavily.
I can’t help but feel like every single good thing in my life except for Phil, is in Melbourne. Missing my brother, and my best friends, and my boyfriend, and that city, and people to go and see after work, and things to do on the weekends that make me excited, and musicians playing tiny pubs after I listened to their tracks on repeat for 8 hours, yeah missing these things is emotionally exhausting. I’m living with one foot there and one foot in my current life. For fuck sake why can’t I find a fucking ‘home’ in wherever I am.
It’s like that line “and I finally found a home in a handful of people I was lucky enough to bump into” except they are all so fucking far away.