my faith in the world is just a little bit restored
it got better
good you creepy ass motherfucker
Emotionally-abusive stalker and date rape anthem composer Robin Thicke threw together a creepy album in the hopes of pestering his estranged wife into returning to his awful, misogynistic embrace. AND WE AIN’T BUYIN’ IT.
Hail Amanda, Full of Love, we are with you;
Blessed art thou with the gift of human connection
And blessed is the fruit of thy Uke, music.
Sweet AFP, mother of Asking,
Meditate for us lovers and poets, now
And at the hour of our enlightenment.
You can tell a girl she’s smart her whole life, encourage her in school, buy her a chemistry set, send her to math camp, help her apply for college scholarships in STEM fields, and she’s still eventually going to walk into a classroom, a lab, or a job interview and have some man dismiss her existence, deny her funding, pass her over for a promotion, or take credit for her work. How about you work on getting those assholes out of power and quit telling me not to call girls pretty.