I’m having a day where I just hate.

I hate everything and everyone and I just want to break things with bricks and pipes. 

I want to go through my contact list in my phone and delete every number and pull the cans out from the bottoms of the pyramids of peaches in the grocery store.

I want to be mean

and tell everyone why they suck.

Tags: anxious

As of about an hour ago, I’ll be attending Metro Times’ Best of 2014 party at Motor City Casino. 

It’s black and white attire, so I have no idea what I’m wearing, but it’s safe to say I’ll be shopping for dresses all week. 

Is it poor form to wear red shoes at a black and white event?

tiny-tiny-tiger:

cosmic-narwhaal:

In Michigan we don’t say, “I love you,” we say, “I would share my fudge with you,” which approximately translates into, “I am willing to let you have a piece of the thing that I wait all year to get from a very specific shop on a very small island in a very big lake which costs seven dollars a pound.” and I think that’s beautiful.

I live in Michigan and can assure everyone that this is 100% accurate.

100%.

Balls are actually notoriously weak, far as parts of the body go. I mean, I could catch a wiffle ball in the crotch and double over in misery. The testicles are very sensitive and about as strong as a couple of raw quail eggs rolling around in a set of fishnet stockings. You wanna be hardcore, dang, grow a vagina. Those things are built Ford tough, man. The vagina is like the Incredible Hulk of the human form. It does all the heavy lifting. You ever see a woman give birth to a child? You see that, you’re like, “That thing could lift a burning car if it had to.” If anything, the entire scope of masculine history has been an epic attempt at trying to convince the world that the vagina is tissue paper and our balls are titanium. It’s a huge and ugly ruse.
— Chuck Wendig  (via housewifeswag)
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Boyfriend told me I was losing weight today.
"Nah, hon. I’m still a chubby princess."

Boyfriend told me I was losing weight today.

"Nah, hon. I’m still a chubby princess."

I felt like I needed to go through my facebook friends and phone contacts and cull the fold. Not in a catty way or anything, but there’s so many people that I haven’t even had the desire to talk to in months or years. It’s almost cathartic, like eventually I’ll get down to just the people that I believe to care about me.

I’m tired of pretending to be friends with people. 

Hell, sometimes I’m of of BEING friends with people. 

sovlpunk:

fucking hell like tumblr made me much more aware of so many social issues and im glad but also now its like. everything i see its somehow homophobic or transphobic or racist or misogynist or slutshaming or fatshaming and im so angry. im angry at everything

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theonion:

57 Women Stoned To Death During Annual Riyadh Fashion Week

This garbage is not okay. It’s never acceptable to turn systemic abuse of women into a joke, and this article does nothing but that. Please, contact the onion and request this article be removed. Their office email is Chicago@theonion.comAnd their ceo is listed as shannah@theonion.com

theonion:

57 Women Stoned To Death During Annual Riyadh Fashion Week

This garbage is not okay. It’s never acceptable to turn systemic abuse of women into a joke, and this article does nothing but that.

Please, contact the onion and request this article be removed.

Their office email is Chicago@theonion.com
And their ceo is listed as shannah@theonion.com

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