#p.m.s

[colsemco]

COLSEMCO NIGHT #2

[colsemco]

Here’s a list of every record that appeared on a MRR Year End Top Ten.

With Mary Bell & presque P.M.S! Héhéhéhéhéhéhéhé! 

http://graceambrose.tumblr.com/post/137165701643/heres-a-list-of-every-record-that-appeared-on-a

[nerdyrockmum3-blog]

PMS

Like holy fuck man, I don’t remember my period being this bad (not in a bad way) with my first. But this! I’ve never been one for cramps and migraines but now I do. I feel like dying with how my cramps are.

Seriously men have no idea how bad it can be; they think we just bleed, eat a lot of chocolate, and sob at movies. NOO we don’t just do that we crap and are grumpy for 5-7 days out of a month.

I sometimes wish men could feel our pain as women, they think they are tuff. Ha squeeze a 8ibs living screaming human baby out your bum and see how it feels then bleed for 7 days straight. Then try and take care of two adorable children without freaking out in either tears or anger.

[folklore-a]

If you see me in a store with a storm cloud over my head and a box of tampons in my hand, do not screw with me. I WILL cut you. #seriously #I will fuck you up #I'll make a shiv out of a tampon applicator and cut you like the bitch you are

[colethulhu]

sprinkles (while you're down there)

step back and, admire this picture from afar. cause what you did to me was shit so far. blessing me by the light of god. first time i guess i fell in love. break it down in disdain, threw my name to shame and in hell you did me place. but i will return to encase you with burns, go ahead and sin god is watching you dirty smut sin again. cast my name and i will bury you. drown you in your pool, tell me i'm not good enough. then go ahead and drag me back. after i have moved on. i let you do this again, why'd i let you do this again. you're changing me, but chase and jesse are saving me.

[creepyotaku-blog-blog]

Yep. Not feeling well today x _____ x

[jnoels]

P.M.S.ing

I want chocolate But I don’t wanna get fat. I want to cry But I don’t want anyone to ask what’s wrong. I wanna be cuddled But at the same time I don’t wanna be touched. I hate people But at the same time I don't wanna be alone. I want to work out But I don’t wanna move. And all the while I feel like there is a tiny baseball player practicing his swing on the inside of my uterus! Fuck you hormones!