I reblog this every time I see it. I just cant
24 years old. Queer. Indiana/New York. BA in Gender Studies. Counseling student. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, Nerdfighter. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder & PTSD, living with depression. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
I went to the bathroom in a building on my campus and saw this on the back of the stall door. While I’m deeply upset that a young woman went through such a horrible ordeal, I’m also very touched that so many other girls wanted to help her and offered advice as well as ways to seek help. We are women hear us roar.
WOMEN HELPING OTHER WOMEN
WOMEN BEING GOOD TO OTHER WOMEN
THIS SHIT IS REVOLUTIONARY.
This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my entire life. Weeping.
a guy walked into the board room and said
"hi sweetheart if you could fix me up a coffee real quick im meeting with the regional reports manager in like five minutes, thanks darling"
and i just stared at him and coldly said
"i am the regional reports manager"
we are now twenty minutes into this board meeting and i dont think i’ve ever seen a man look so embarrassed and afraid in my whole life
i am weak with love for this story
today: up. breakfast & shower. mall for interview outfit eep. home to drop off car. bus to campus. visit event put on by my potential employers to get a sense of what they are all about. quick lunch with David on campus (leftover soup + a bagel). bus home to do housework etc. shift from 5 - 7 pm. hang out with David. dinner (orange night aHAha). read more Screwtape Letters. bed early for running tomorrow!