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books, beards, body acceptance, feminisim, more books, cats, personal venting, roller derby, vintage photos of chicago, british television, and more nerd type things that i probably just reblogged. home of Tom Waits Wednesday. if i followed you, it's because i liked your stuff. if i didn't, well....(it's probably because you made a fat joke or a rape joke.) aka @shannonsays on twitter. aka enid a drink. aka s. 30, austin/chicago, fat, pretty, nerd. single. shy. NSFW.

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Bjørg-Elise Tuppen - Blue Melancholia (2016)

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stress dreams make me cranky.

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well, that was fun. thanks, Melissa Terrell, for the hanging out. (and for helping me get out of the hammock.)

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i'm super tired of worrying about the future.

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is it too soon to make a half-hearted joke about how one downside of britain voting to leave the eu is that the horribly annoying term "brexit" isn't going to go away?

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okay, yeah, that sky is pretty green.

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in an alternate universe, my alternate self is buying Hamilton: An American Musical tickets today.

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turns out that i CAN turn in my graduate application even though it's late. fingers crossed!

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second day in a row getting unwanted attention on the way home. i don't know how much bitchier my "leave me alone" face and obvious giant headphones can get.

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Today's update: I've been forced to listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers "Loop" Sirius station since 11am. The only reasons I haven't killed anyone are the random Nirvana and Weezer songs. Also super weird: Chris Rock is the host. Yes, that one.

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yeah, six hours of sleep is not enough.

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the guy at the corner store just told me he can't "look at me that way" cause it's Ramadan. #grroooooossss

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love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love

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in other news, i'm having troubles wrapping my head around how people can be capable of so much hate. i have no words, except to echo kurt vonnegut: "there's only one rule...goddamn it, you've got to be kind".

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after approximately 16 hours (give or take an hour) of sleep in the past 24 hours, i think i kicked whatever was brewing in my sinuses. phew.

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are you kidding me? i finally get a day where i don't have to do anything or go anywhere, and my sinus start acting like they're going to get infected. uugggghhhh...

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dear self: when you put heavy whipping cream in your iced coffee and shake it to mix in the sugar, don't be surprised when it starts thickening into whipped cream.