Oh god, my last summer in a greasy wrapper: A pile of Taco Bell is another seminal depression food. Best eaten breathing heavily through your nose during mastication while pitying yourself because you’re stuck in a relationship that seems – on paper – to be the best thing that’s ever happened to you but you still have the recurring thought, “Oh fuck why the fuck do I feel so bad all the...
Guster- Either Way Not that it could have been...
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that...– Albert Camus
Empire and Post-Empire →
I should have posted this back in March, but I didn’t have a tumblr. Regardless, it’s relevant and worth reading.
rosalinehoneycock: They really need to do a “It gets Better: Bible Thumpers Edition”. Someone needs to tell them that there’s hope from a life of ignorance and blind faith.
PMS is generally understood to be a bad thing, right? Sore nipples, breakouts, cramps, headaches— yeah, all that sucks. In my experience, the heightened emotions that come with the package are dismissed as universally shitty along with the other symptoms. PMS helped me figure some shit out this week, though. I was attempting to navigate a fringe profession littered with emotional and...
The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence,...– Why I Am A Male Feminist (via newwavefeminism)
Days like today
To quote Hannah: “Where did this day go?! Oh right, to our emotions.”
http://jezebel.com/5811181/men-youre-about-to-feel-the-weiner-effect Just stop, my god. Cheating on his wife does not mean he let the entire country down. Why does this need to be clarified?
Days like today
You’re pretty and all, but get off me.
“Once we get her on lithium, she’ll most likely be able to lead a normal life.” Who the fuck said I was at all interested in “normal”? I have a whole diatribe about mental illness, medication, and how the baby boomers and Gen Xers need to abandon the Huggies for big girl panties without being so afraid of having the occasional accident, but fuck it. I don’t...
I have a secret. A dark, furry secret with big... →
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say...– William Shakespeare (via commedesfuckdwn)
Seriously. People I’ve slept with need to stop sending me invitations to their professional network before I get ornery and start building my own professional network by sending them invoices for services rendered.
Some advice I felt the need to impart last night...
extendedadolescenceyo: Peace resides in that space between you and others where you stop taking shit personally. It’s never about you. I repeat, ITS NEVER ABOUT YOU. Even (especially) when it’s good things.