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quicken: Julia Carpenter @juliaccarpenter This is what happens when we let men write books artuai aenture tnat ne aiscreetly wrapped in a Kleenex and cked in i pocket of his suit coat when he thougnt sUN wasn't watching. But she was, for the bathroom door didn't altogether close, due to the old frame of the house settling over the centuries, and she had to sit on the toilet some minutes waiting for the pee to come. Men, they were able to conjure it up immedi- ately, that was one of their powers, that thunderous splashing as they stood lordly above the bowl. Everything about them was more direct, their insides weren't the maze women's were, for the pee to find its way through. Sulin waitinơ nppked na the back nt ..t his What the hell her 111en, this dirty at daum eath helvirlhood' 以 to you gave th Aite to crawl back in. She ,only on a chair, : 1En <p><a href="http://garbashians.tumblr.com/post/163421432782/jerseydevilslesbianlover-pidge-gunson" class="tumblr_blog">garbashians</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://jerseydevilslesbianlover.tumblr.com/post/163348431636/pidge-gunson-neko-crimson-what-the-actual" class="tumblr_blog">jerseydevilslesbianlover</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://pidge-gunson.tumblr.com/post/163341045830/neko-crimson-what-the-actual-fuck-men-dont" class="tumblr_blog">pidge-gunson</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://neko-crimson.tumblr.com/post/163339887592/what-the-actual-fuck" class="tumblr_blog">neko-crimson</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>what the actual fuck</p></blockquote> <p>Men don’t know women can pee</p> </blockquote> <p>ive been sitting on the toilet for 20 minutes trying to piss but the pee keeps getting lost in my confusing Woman Body</p> </blockquote> <p>i haven’t peed in 16 days… my pee keeps running into the minotaur in the labyrinth that is my Womanly Excretory System</p> </blockquote> <p>I mean yes this this guy can&rsquo;t write for shit but have you forgotten how EL James writes?</p><p>&ldquo;My subconscious looks on with approval, her normally pursed mouth smiling, and I am the supreme puppet master.”</p><p>&quot;I must be the color of the communist manifesto.&rdquo;</p><p> &ldquo;Why are we looking at a playroom? I am mystified. &lsquo;You want to play on your Xbox?&rsquo; I ask. He laughs, loudly.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Why hasn&rsquo;t he given me back my panties? I steal into the bathroom, bewildered by my lack of underwear.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;My anxiety level has shot up several magnitudes on the Richter scale.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Oh the sweet agony… his hands clasp my hips. He sets a punishing rhythm - in, out, and he reaches around and finds my clitoris, massaging me… oh jeez. I can feel myself quicken.&rdquo;</p><p>You could just as easily use her to say we should let women write books.</p>
quicken: Julia Carpenter
 @juliaccarpenter
 This is what happens when we let
 men write books
 artuai aenture tnat ne aiscreetly wrapped in a Kleenex and
 cked in i pocket of his suit coat when he thougnt sUN
 wasn't watching.
 But she was, for the bathroom door didn't altogether close,
 due to the old frame of the house settling over the centuries,
 and she had to sit on the toilet some minutes waiting for the
 pee to come. Men, they were able to conjure it up immedi-
 ately, that was one of their powers, that thunderous splashing
 as they stood lordly above the bowl. Everything about them
 was more direct, their insides weren't the maze women's were,
 for the pee to find its way through. Sulin waitinơ nppked
 na
 the back nt
 ..t his
 What the hell
 her
 111en, this
 dirty
 at daum
 eath helvirlhood'
 以
 to
 you gave th
 Aite
 to crawl back in. She
 ,only on a chair,
 : 1En
<p><a href="http://garbashians.tumblr.com/post/163421432782/jerseydevilslesbianlover-pidge-gunson" class="tumblr_blog">garbashians</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="https://jerseydevilslesbianlover.tumblr.com/post/163348431636/pidge-gunson-neko-crimson-what-the-actual" class="tumblr_blog">jerseydevilslesbianlover</a>:</p>
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<p><a href="http://pidge-gunson.tumblr.com/post/163341045830/neko-crimson-what-the-actual-fuck-men-dont" class="tumblr_blog">pidge-gunson</a>:</p>
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<p><a href="https://neko-crimson.tumblr.com/post/163339887592/what-the-actual-fuck" class="tumblr_blog">neko-crimson</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p>what the actual fuck</p></blockquote>

<p>Men don’t know women can pee</p>
</blockquote>
<p>ive been sitting on the toilet for 20 minutes trying to piss but the pee keeps getting lost in my confusing Woman Body</p>
</blockquote>

<p>i haven’t peed in 16 days… my pee keeps running into the minotaur in the labyrinth that is my Womanly Excretory System</p>
</blockquote>

<p>I mean yes this this guy can&rsquo;t write for shit but have you forgotten how EL James writes?</p><p>&ldquo;My subconscious looks on with approval, her normally pursed mouth smiling, and I am the supreme puppet master.”</p><p>&quot;I must be the color of the communist manifesto.&rdquo;</p><p> &ldquo;Why are we looking at a playroom? I am mystified. &lsquo;You want to play on your Xbox?&rsquo; I ask. He laughs, loudly.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Why hasn&rsquo;t he given me back my panties? I steal into the bathroom, bewildered by my lack of underwear.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;My anxiety level has shot up several magnitudes on the Richter scale.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Oh the sweet agony… his hands clasp my hips. He sets a punishing rhythm - in, out, and he reaches around and finds my clitoris, massaging me… oh jeez. I can feel myself quicken.&rdquo;</p><p>You could just as easily use her to say we should let women write books.</p>

<p><a href="http://garbashians.tumblr.com/post/163421432782/jerseydevilslesbianlover-pidge-gunson" class="tumblr_blog">garbashians</a>:</...

quicken: "Straight couples shouldn't be at pride Well uh... 1.) one or both of people you see as a "straight couple" could be pan/bi/poly/ ace 2.) one or both of them could be trans or non binary 3.) you could be misgendering someone 4.) or gasp allies that want to show their support The 10 stages after a heartbreak by text: i. You read over their text. Over and over. You take a minute to respond because your fingers are shaky and you keep waiting for some type of punch line. But all you can respond with is a simple "okay" ii. Your heartbeat quickens and you feel a sick feeling in your stomach and your mouth tastes of bile. You don't want to look at your phone and your breath quickens. it feels like you're in the middle of having a panic attack. iii. You keep refreshing their profile picture online, from any social media you're following them on, praying to god that your name won't disappear from their bio like thin air, because you know that once they delete your name from it, it's like they've already begun to delete all the memories with you. iv. You begin to cry. You cry hard. You keep looking at your phone, hoping they'll respond, hoping they take you back. They are a part of you but you're fading from their life. You let the tears roll down your cheeks and your soft cries turn into violent sobbing until your face is distorted and you can't breathe. v. You want to text them again. It's been a few days and they haven't said a word nor have they posted anything. You start feeling empty and you start to wonder what they're thinking. Maybe they heard a song that you loved and they regret breaking up with you. Maybe. vi. You get angry. You want to punch something. You want to yell at them and whenever someone mentions their name, you're revolted. vii. What if. What if you said something different. What if you weren't so clingy. What if you gave them space. What if. viii. You're numb. You don't want to get out of bed and your stomach pain won't go away. You just want to lay in bed, though it's already been over a week. ix. You read over the texts again and again. Wondering where you went wrong. You look at all the pictures you have of them. You keep checking their social media to make sure you aren't blocked. You keep looking at them and you smile but the stomach pain gets worse. x. Even though it's been weeks already, a song come on and reminds you of them. A stranger looks like them, and instantly you go back to square one. (Story i wrote)
quicken: "Straight couples
 shouldn't be at pride
 Well uh...
 1.) one or both of people you see as a
 "straight couple" could be pan/bi/poly/
 ace
 2.) one or both of them could be trans or
 non binary
 3.) you could be misgendering someone
 4.) or gasp allies that want to show
 their support
The 10 stages after a heartbreak by text: i. You read over their text. Over and over. You take a minute to respond because your fingers are shaky and you keep waiting for some type of punch line. But all you can respond with is a simple "okay" ii. Your heartbeat quickens and you feel a sick feeling in your stomach and your mouth tastes of bile. You don't want to look at your phone and your breath quickens. it feels like you're in the middle of having a panic attack. iii. You keep refreshing their profile picture online, from any social media you're following them on, praying to god that your name won't disappear from their bio like thin air, because you know that once they delete your name from it, it's like they've already begun to delete all the memories with you. iv. You begin to cry. You cry hard. You keep looking at your phone, hoping they'll respond, hoping they take you back. They are a part of you but you're fading from their life. You let the tears roll down your cheeks and your soft cries turn into violent sobbing until your face is distorted and you can't breathe. v. You want to text them again. It's been a few days and they haven't said a word nor have they posted anything. You start feeling empty and you start to wonder what they're thinking. Maybe they heard a song that you loved and they regret breaking up with you. Maybe. vi. You get angry. You want to punch something. You want to yell at them and whenever someone mentions their name, you're revolted. vii. What if. What if you said something different. What if you weren't so clingy. What if you gave them space. What if. viii. You're numb. You don't want to get out of bed and your stomach pain won't go away. You just want to lay in bed, though it's already been over a week. ix. You read over the texts again and again. Wondering where you went wrong. You look at all the pictures you have of them. You keep checking their social media to make sure you aren't blocked. You keep looking at them and you smile but the stomach pain gets worse. x. Even though it's been weeks already, a song come on and reminds you of them. A stranger looks like them, and instantly you go back to square one. (Story i wrote)

The 10 stages after a heartbreak by text: i. You read over their text. Over and over. You take a minute to respond because your fingers a...