my boss finally fired mr crazy pants!!
I bought my sister these socks over St Patricks day. They’re supposed to say “Lucky Lass”, but when she wears them they stretch to look like fuck ass. I pointed it to my mom and we just lost it, and my sister who’s wearing them is special needs and doesn’t understand it and I’m a bad person
There are no Jack Kerouacs or Holden Caulfields for girls. Literary girls don’t take road-trips to find themselves; they take trips to find men.
"Great" books, as defined by the Western canon, didn’t contain female protagonists I could admire. In fact, they barely contained female protagonists at all.
Van Gogh, Vincent. The Drinkers. 1890. The Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.
Oil on Canvas
tuesday night feat. ratdog.
such a long day, 9 hour shift this morning, on my feet all day despite my bruised ankle, came home and packed some and realized I signed up to volunteer at the CCA tonight (mistake mistake mistake), organized clothes and loaded up furniture probably for the last time at this store. :c some packers are coming to help tomorrow but I need to get my room packed up by tonight. oooo eeee aaaaaa uuuu
adapt or die
Holy shit if you don’t think mother nature is hardcore please get out
Jon tweeted a link to this story, it’s incredible
forgiveness is a possible thing.
oh how I loathe 9 hour shifts. and now I need to pack. hashtag long-ass day
Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am