bechdels:

I get pregnant, throw a “gender reveal” party, cut open the cake to reveal a landslide of green m&ms. “what does green mean??” my relatives ask, scandalized. in their confusion, they fail to notice that the doors have been barred. they are now my captive audience. “settle in, folks,” I say, “it’s time for gender theory 101. I have slides.”

ufonized:

honestly fuck those photos where someone’s room has like one white blanket on the ground next to a plant with like two pastel sweaters on a clothes rack. welcome to my cluttered hellscape of a bedroom. there are no clean walls. clothes are erupting from every crevice. my bed has 14 pillows and none of the pillowcases match. where the hell is my representation on this damn website.