This is my first successful nail-adornment exercise EVER so if you have poor manual dexterity, a short attention span, and are jealous of everyone’s pretty manicures I suggest Sally Hansen nail strips. I MADE IT WORK, this changes everything. There isn’t even nail polish all over my goddamn cuticles.
i am 1000% pro-mom and pro-children and if you say anything that oppresses moms or children i will not be your friend and i will tell my mom about it and you don’t want her on your bad side because she is terrifying
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Fart in a Coke bottle, stuff a piece of paper with “smh haters” scrawled on it inside, sneak into the botanical gardens in the dead of night and dig up the time capsule that was buried there on New Years Day 2000 and replace it with the bottle. A gift to your children’s children
So this is like, turning into a Masterchef blog but just sit down ok because it will be over in a week. Audra snatched the dessert that Julia thought of as rightfully hers, landing Audra’s name next to a checky box on Julia’s list of people who will be first against the wall when she and her dead-eyed golem army take over. Watch yo back, Audra.
Catching up on my Masterchef. Alice was lucky to escape that pastry challenge with her life.
Maybe my favourite moment from this season of Masterchef?
FOR AUSTRALIAN RESIDENTS.
Give the above number (0450 352 004) out to men or anyone who doggedly persists in trying to get your number even after you’ve already said no.SAVE THIS NUMBER IN YOUR PHONE FOR EASY RECALL!
We have all had the experience of enjoying ourselves whilst out, minding our own business, when a strange man will bail us up with unscolicited attention in the effort to convince us to go out with him. These men will not take no for an answer, but will hound us with “kindness”, attempting to wear us down through the sheer force of their persistence even though we communicate a lack of interest. Such men will often become resentful and indignant when spurred because they believe themselves to be “nice guys” just trying to show us appreciation, despite the fact they cannot respect our boundaries and our wishes. They behave as though they are entitled to our attention and we owe them our time just because they decided they thought we were beautiful.
Often times, this degree of unwanted attention becomes a type of passive bullying, leaving us feeling unsafe, insecure and uncomfortable without any sure ways of getting out of the situation because the man in question is trying to set it up so the only exit is giving in. Women are groomed to be nice and pleasant always in social interactions and because these guys don’t use any obvious nastiness it leaves us more conflicted about being assertive.
DON’T PUT UP WITH IT ANY LONGER!
GIVE THESE DISRESPECTFUL MEN THIS NUMBER:
0450 352 004
WHEN THEY CALL IT, THEY WILL HEAR THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE:
Hello. If you have been given this number, it means that you have made someone feel uncomfortable, unsafe, perhaps even threatened. Most likely you have pestered a woman for her phone number, even after she said no. Maybe even said no repeatedly. You put so much pressure on this woman she had no choice but to give you this number in order to get you to leave her alone. If you want to have more success with women in the future, learn to respect our boundaries and our autonomy and accept that we don’t owe you attention. No means no, even when you’re not about to stick your dick in someone. If you would like to learn how to be more respectful towards women, please visit ialreadysaidno.tumblr.com
SAVE THIS NUMBER IN YOUR PHONE FOR EASY RECALL!
PLEASE REBLOG THIS AND SPREAD THIS AROUND!After hearing one too many stories from friends and experiencing one too many similar incidents ourselves, it was time to take action and provide a number that any person within Australia can save into their phone to give out to men who hound them for their number when they are clearly not interested.
Please reblog this far and wide and please do make use of the number yourselves!!! It is for all people, Australia-wide, who ever find themselves subject to this particularly passive-aggressive behaviour!
I called the number, just cause I was curious, and the voicemail was awesomely smackdowny whilst being perky and cheery. So excellent!
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Kakapo are so great. They’re flightless parrots and they dig amphitheatre-like holes in the ground and then sit in them and make booming noises and their holes conduct the sound so you can hear them from far away and that’s how they attract mates. Luv u NZ birdlyfe
KAKAPO 4EVER
Kakapo are my favrit aminal and one day I’m going to get a huge kakapo tattoo. If they go extinct I’m quitting life.
Another OOTD. This is what I wore last night to run a billion errands and then drink some really cheap bubbly at a burlesque show. The skirt claimed to be metallic leopardprint in the TradeMe listing and it’s certainly metallic, which is good enough for me.
BABE ALERT, LOCKDOWN MODE ENGAGED
So I went to some mental health professional to talk about all my feelings or whatever and he’s like ‘What the hell, Eleanor’ (people say this to me a lot, I keep trying to get ‘What the Helleanor’ to catch on because it saves time). Anyway long story short now I have this medication but so far all it’s doing is making me spew a whole bunch.
Thanks, psychopharmeceuticals.
This is legit the best thing I’ve ever made.
Turns out if you take some care to make your living space look less like a drug den and more like the bedroom of a nice person who likes things, you won’t feel so shitty about the time you spend in it. WHO KNEW! Not me, that’s for sure. I have this incredible aversion to accumulating stuff, especially decorative stuff, probably for traumatic childhood reasons that I’ll investigate more thoroughly when I have a midlife crisis.
But now I have these scented candles, and this little status of the Loch Ness monster that I inherited from my Grandma, and apparently a superabundance of tiny fish soy sauce bottles. I feel so much better! Next time I have disposable income I might buy some SCATTER CUSHIONS, oh my god, what am I becoming.
