"You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago."
“Bic, the pen company, have a new line of pens called, “Bic: for her”. This is totally real. They’re pens just for ladies.
They come in both lady colors, pink and purple. And they’re just like regular pens, except they’re pink, so they cost twice as much… That is absolutely true.
I was reading the back of the pack— well, i had a man read the back of the package to me, and it said it’s, “designed to fit a woman’s hand”. What does that mean? So when we’re taking down dictation from our bosses, we’ll feel comfortable, and forget we’re not getting paid as much? (x)
The reviews on Amazon, though
“Finally! For years I’ve had to rely on pencils, or at worst, a twig and some drops of my feminine blood to write down recipes (the only thing a lady should be writing ever). I had despaired of ever being able to write down said recipes in a permanent manner, though my men-folk assured me that I “shouldn’t worry yer pretty little head”. But, AT LAST! Bic, the great liberator, has released a womanly pen that my gentle baby hands can use without fear of unlady-like callouses and bruises. Thank you, Bic!”
(Source: 30rockasaurus, via kaitmpayne)
"I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking. If there were life after death, I might, no matter when I die, satisfy most of these deep curiosities and longings. But if death is nothing more than an endless, dreamless sleep, this is a forlorn hope. Maybe this perspective has given me a little extra motivation to stay alive. The world is so exquisite, with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better, it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides"
the person who invented marriage was creepy as hell like hey yo i love u so much im gonna get the government involved so u cant leave