sydney

[preschooldr0pout]

[thebootydiaries]

Me: *withdrawing money from the atm*

Girl Scouts posted up across the ATM: Wassup playa!!!

Me: OH SHIT!!!

[chloroscythe]

in my head theres a little mouse wearing a little apron and she makes all my emotions

[raychillster]

i know you miss my energy.

[despazito]

vegans who refuse to even eat backyard eggs….why

[despazito]

people who think its unethical to eat chicken eggs are like people who think bees should keep all their honey. they literally produce more than they need and your unwillingness to even buy local means you are doing nothing to help them, support your small farmers you heathens

[tony-pepperony]

Me, age 7: what do you mean a midnight snack? You mean you woke up at MIDNIGHT just to eat??? That’s so weird!

Me, 18, making a fruit salad at 2 in the morning: h

[thepuppyclub]

I’ll be honest…I don’t want a career. I don’t want to work. I want to be LEFT ALONE and paid for it. 

[stimman4000]

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[aquatixwitch]

What the fuk.

[kaylapocalypse-deactivated20201]

girl WHAT

[lubricates]

Me: I'm a bad bitch! I don't take shit from anyone! I'm not nice!

Also me: well I can't just leave this cart in the middle of the parking lot. I have to take it to the cart return. I'm not an animal. Those employees work hard.

[sydnope]

there is absolutely no reason i should have to pay $86 for purchasing one month of birth control pills a week earlier than insurance will cover when male condoms are like $10 and i need them also to keep myself from having periods for mental health reasons. i’m just fucking saying

[hustlerose]

you people talk about hozier exactly the same way you used to talk about sufjan stevens or whatever his name is. forest elf this, elk deity that. give it a rest!

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[stranded-king]

and if i let my smallness stop me, i’ll never reach the moon

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[artjfoy]

[korra]

[ubercharge]

this blog is pro turn signal

[pastperfectcontinuous]

(…) the lonelier a person gets, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mould or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it is by no means easy to dislodge. This is why I was suddenly so hyper-alert to criticism, and why I felt so perpetually exposed, hunching in on myself even as I walked anonymously through the streets, my flip-flops slapping on the ground.

Olivia Laing, The Lonely City