You can give up tomorrow.

asseroth:

theappleppielifestyle:

a guy at school today was wearing this damn fine red nail polish and I heard these two girls whispering angrily and looking in his direction so I listened in expecting them to be weird about it and the first thing I hear is “how the HELL did he get it so good did he get it professionally done or something you need to ask him where he found that colour jesus fucking christ are you KIDDING me”

I think this is a good example of how the world should work.


crojocreates:

amischiefofmice:

PRAISE BE

True story: When I was about 10 years old (1992) my mom took my little sister and I to McDonalds. We both wanted Happy Meals and even though we’re both girls my mom knew I always favored boys toys over the girl ones. So she had asked for a girl toy for my sister and a boy toy for me. When we sat down to eat we noticed that we were given 2 girl toys. Not even saying a single word to my mom I walked back up to the counter with my happy meal in hand and told the lady that I wanted a boy toy. She pointed to the fact that I was a girl. I said yes…I am a girl. But didn’t want the miniature barbie. I wanted the cool looking toy car. Again…she says ‘but you’re a girl’. And I’m here like…I don’t care. I want the boy toy. After that another woman, who I’m assuming was manager, asked what happened. I told her and she easily traded the girl toy for the boy toy. I said ‘thank you very much’ before looking at the other woman with a winning smirk and turning back to go sit my mom and sister.
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crojocreates:

amischiefofmice:

PRAISE BE

True story: When I was about 10 years old (1992) my mom took my little sister and I to McDonalds. We both wanted Happy Meals and even though we’re both girls my mom knew I always favored boys toys over the girl ones. So she had asked for a girl toy for my sister and a boy toy for me. When we sat down to eat we noticed that we were given 2 girl toys. Not even saying a single word to my mom I walked back up to the counter with my happy meal in hand and told the lady that I wanted a boy toy. She pointed to the fact that I was a girl. I said yes…I am a girl. But didn’t want the miniature barbie. I wanted the cool looking toy car. Again…she says ‘but you’re a girl’. And I’m here like…I don’t care. I want the boy toy. After that another woman, who I’m assuming was manager, asked what happened. I told her and she easily traded the girl toy for the boy toy. I said ‘thank you very much’ before looking at the other woman with a winning smirk and turning back to go sit my mom and sister.

(Source: scarfetsu)