so are we gonna discuss how fucked up it is that women have to wear makeup to be taken seriously at work and job interviews but if a woman has a genuine interest in and enjoyment of cosmetics she is written off as shallow, vain, and stupid, and consequently not taken seriously
I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.
IMAGINE LEONARD MCCOY BEING WOKEN UP IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS SLEEPING SHIFT TO ASSIST IN A MEDICAL EMERGENCY AND HE ARRIVES IN SICK BAY STILL IN HIS LOOSE CHECKERED PAJAMA SHORTS AND BAGGY STARFLEET ACADEMY SHIRT WITH HIS HAIR ALL ASKEW AND THE ENTIRE MEDICAL TEAM HAS A COLLECTIVE HEART ATTACK
My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.