Me literally every time some jerk on the train tries to spread his (and it is always ‘his’) legs across 3 seats.
Yo, you can pack a bag and take this train all the way to the Men’s Rights headquarters. I’m sick of some dinky high school boy trying to nudge me out of the way so he can take up both arm rests.
As half the human race, women and girls hereby claim exactly one half of the space in the world - no less - and the unconditional right to occupy it.
Also, the moon is ours, has been since ancient times. Stay off our moon. You are welcome to visit the sun if you like.
That’s right bitches.
THE MOON IS OURS.
I didn’t know I needed this. Now it’s here, shining on my dashboard. At last I see the light, and it’s like a whole new world.
passive aggressive family members
"guess i’ll never be a grandma"
"guess i’ll never be an aunt"
"guess i’ll never be able to dress a niece/nephew"
stop feeling so entitled to my hypothetical offspring. it is not yours. it is mine. i will grow it if i grow it. and it will be mine. not yours. i am not an incubator which grants you familial titles. jesus. go away. this “have a baby i can play with” thing is so impersonal and insensitive and annoying.
being contacted by old friends who you thought forgot about you
When you’re feeling confident about your grades then find out there’s a test tomorrow you haven’t studied for
when people draw fanart, make headcanons, and actively contribute to your favorite yet unpopular character’s tag
w8ing for a friend to get back online i feel like a needy puppy
isnt this the guy who stole the traffic light, who had that giant cup of milk, and the one who found the parasol
maybe…..i don’t remember…….