mad0uleurexquise:

Seriously, when you look like this, what other purpose does your body have other than being a receptacle for men and their needs? Gorgeous.

Seriously, when you look like this are a woman, what other purpose does your body have other than being a receptacle for men and their needs? Gorgeous.

Fixed that for you.

rapefantasiesandprettybows:

Lip update!

This picture reminds me of a selfie one of my followers posted once. She has “cunt” tattooed on the inside of her lower lip. She explained that her boyfriend, an amateur tattoo artist, talked her into it and gave it to her. They broke up two days later, presumably for unrelated reasons.

dumbcuntsarentpeople:

in a perfect world…

Looking at this, you might wonder about the significance of the puddle.

Does it mean that the whore in the foreground is enjoying this so much that her cunt is oozing uncontrollably?

Or is it just that she’s been forced down there for so long that she’s finally given up on feigning dignity, and pissed herself like the animal she is?

The funny thing is, the answer doesn’t actually matter.

Not one bit.

retarded-princess:

Is it me or does she look like she’s seen some things she wishes she hadn’t?

Yes, and it’s called a mirror.

“I’m tired of your constant sniveling. Spreading your legs is not the end of the world, not even close. I can feel how you respond, we both know you like it. Your body can’t lie.

Maybe a night with the spiders will make an honest woman of you. By this time tomorrow, I’m sure you’ll be begging to come to my bed.

Just pray I haven’t found someone else by then.”

“[A] mindbogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous.”

-The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams

For better or worse, starting right now.

misogynyandbimbos:

She was just having fun. It wasn’t like she had a problem or anything. God, her friends were being such hypocrites lately. What, like they kept their legs closed all the time? It wasn’t like they were pure-hearted virgins themselves, but lately it was all “Kristin we’re worried about you blah blah”. Wasn’t college when you were supposed to have fun?

Ok, so she was fucking a bunch of guys lately, but it wasn’t that many. Last month it was only… Ummmmm… Shit, was it fourteen last month? Ok, that was a little higher than she’d realized, but it wasn’t that bad. There’d been those two threesomes so really it was more like twelve. She liked cock, was she supposed to apologize for that?

It wasn’t like she had a problem or anything. It was just some fun on the side, it didn’t affect her life. So she’d missed a few classes, no big deal, her grades were fine. And she still had weeks before that big research paper was due, there was plenty of time. Besides, she’d worked hard in school her whole life. Could anyone really blame her for ditching a class or two when some guy with a nice thick cock was waiting for her?

She was being careful, too. She was on the pill, and she always made them use condoms. Well, almost always. Blowjobs didn’t count, no one used condoms for that. And maybe a couple times she’d let the guy go in raw, but no one was perfect. That blonde guy, he’d been allergic to latex, so that wasn’t her fault. And the guy with the beard, they hadn’t had any condoms, and just the once couldn’t hurt. And that muscley guy, she’d gotten a little carried away, she’d just really wanted to feel his cum in her pussy, so that one was her fault. Oh, and obviously anal didn’t count, you couldn’t get pregnant that way. So yeah. She was almost always safe.

That backstabbing bitch Tara had tried to say she was just doing it for approval. Well, so what if she was? God knows she deserved to finally get some approval, and it certainly wasn’t going to come from her parents. Just because some of the men she fucked were a little rough didn’t make them bad guys. There’d been that one incident, but Jake had just been a little too drunk that night, that was all, it had been a total accident and she’d barely had a bruise the next day. Besides, he’d felt SO bad about it the next day, and she just knew he was a really sweet guy. Tara was just jealous because she barely had any tits and the boys didn’t like her as much. Thank God none of them knew about that tall guy from a couple weeks ago, her so-called friends would go ballistic if they knew about what he’d done to her… But like, she totally could have told him no if she wanted him to stop, right? So what was the problem, really?

The whole thing was ridiculous. It wasn’t like she was doing coke or meth or anything bad. If it became a real problem, she could always stop, just like that. She just loved that feeling, when a cock would slide into her and she’d hear the man moan like it was heaven. That didn’t make her a bad person. God, her friends were such cunts, it made her so upset! Maybe she’d skip class today. That guy she’d met this weekend had been texting her - he said her eyes were like oceans for him to drown in, it was so sweet. Yeah, maybe she’d call him, he’d make her feel better. Men always did.

I almost never do this, but I’d just like to take a moment to plug misogynyandbimbos. It’s a relatively new blog and, judging by the number of notes on the posts over there, it doesn’t have nearly as many followers as it deserves.

The blog contains fairly long, grammatically correct (yay!) captions. As its name suggests, it is split between relatively light bimbo posts and fairly dark misogyny posts, both of which are appropriately tagged.

The writing style there reminds me a little bit of my own, so I’m guessing that anyone who follows me will enjoy following them. If you haven’t already done so, you should go check it out.

Q: How can you tell if you have a good woman?

A: You only need to tell her to do something once.

(Source photo. Captioned with permission. Problems with actual abuse? Click here.)

“Inferior cunt” — two ways of saying the same thing. Redundant.

A woman writing “inferior cunt” on herself — three ways to say the same thing. We can see what you are, and we know without being told. Redundant.

Not being able to fit your saggy udders in the frame — fourways.

I don’t know who this cunt is, but I know what she is.

Redundant.

redlipstickresurrected:

Brisbane Insects - Rare Redeye Flat male in Karawatha Forest Rocks Circuit, Brisbane, Australia hiding under gum leave 1.5 meter above ground, 2010, Photography

Fungus weevil, Gonotropis gibbosa, Anthribidae

Photos by Nikola Rahmé //Instagram-Shared with permission; do not remove credit or re-post!