Fran: Do You Ever Feel Like You’re Wasting Your Life?

Teach boys about periods

My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.

When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).

I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.

My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.

My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.

When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.

Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.

Raise better sons Teach them about normal bodily functions.

my favourite chaotic academia things~

bingeing murder mystery shows all night and guessing who the culprit was 

drinking bucket loads of cocoa instead of coffee

annotating books with “lol” and “lmao” instead of insightful thoughts 

wearing graphic tees with dress pants or blazers

drawings and reminders written all over your arms and hands 

95% of your reading consists of fanfiction

staying up until 3am to help your friend write an essay you haven’t even started 

debating (more like arguing) about the ethics of capitalism 

drinking tea out of shot glasses and wine in a thermos 

discussing why certain political figures and composers were 100% queer 

playing Bach and Mozart on an electric piano 

my mind all the time: don't.you.dare.to.move

the inherent romanticism of someone leaning their head on your shoulder

I love that Donna Tartt wrote this cautionary tale about how we shouldn't let our hubris rule us and how literature can bend our minds, and all of us are like "You know what I wanna do? Throw a bacchanal"

Nuwanda wakes up every day and proudly declares "fuck gender, fuck authority, and above all, fuck me."

The poets reciting Thoreau and Whitman to the god of the cave

my copy of wuthering heights arrived and the previous owner left some notes behind

i’m going to sleep & not waking up until i'm in my mid twenties and in the arms of my lover who reads poetry to me everyday while we watch the sunset and i'm completely at ease and safe and warm

girl help i’m having creation ideas above my skill level

Oscar Wilde. That's all.

Professor: *puts an Oscar Wilde quote on the board and asks us to say whether or not we agree with it and why*

Me, choking back tears at having to say this: I...agree with Oscar Wilde