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

and here’s my attempt at a picture with my cat.

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


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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

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adapt or die

Holy shit if you don’t think mother nature is hardcore please get out


Livio Scarpella




Jon tweeted a link to this story, it’s incredible

forgiveness is a possible thing.


Happy Earth Day Everyone!

oh how I loathe 9 hour shifts. and now I need to pack. hashtag long-ass day

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Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am