#the frenemy

[trollstree]

Archer Pastry appreciation post (1/?) 

[straywords]

My new nicknames for you (will update as appropriate)

-mother hen (when you wish to be kind)

-gaslight, gatekeep, girl tossed in the basement (when you drop another PTA dad fic)

-Mary Sue (for when you try to call me y/n)

-Stark (affection; about to be discontinued)

-dear wife-in-law

-sugar mama

Not another PTA Dad fic... I refuse to become known as the dark PTA dads fic lady 😂😂😂

[trollstree]

As you can see, I broke us into groups of six by birthdate, not alphabetical order, ’cause, duh, right?

[trollstree]

Archer Pastry appreciation post (2/?)

[papercutsbooks-blog]

How many times have you faked a book report? Alida Nugent is basically a pro. She takes on War and Peace with only 10 minutes of prep. @thefrenemy

[riksirixa]

KATRINA ITS TOO DAMN EARLY GO AWAY kayeallen-official exoticarmy127 jungkiller SEE HOW EVIL KAYE REALLY IS? ATE PROTECT ME FROM THE EVIL ONE

[anthonymydrummer]

Sorry I’m not Sorry

In an effort to feel empowered, I read through The Frenemy this morning and found exactly what I was looking for. No more sorry in 2015. So in an effort to be Fremey-esque, I give you what I will not apologize for this year. No more feeling guilty for feeling, for crying, for getting butt-hurt, for tearing up over some sweet memory or kind words from people I hold dear, for getting excited over things that may never happen, for imagining things to come, for speaking up when I don’t agree, for holding a grudge when things still sting, for spilling my guts over a mundane comment I took personally, for taking things personally, for caring. No more feeling guilty for not doing things I don’t want to do. For responding to an email from Brittany over an urgent email at work, for not checking the mail an extra day because I don’t want to pay bills yet, for not answering a call, for calling in sick, for investing people in who put me on the backburner, for apologizing for someone else. No more feeling guilty for doing things that feel good. For leaving work early with unanswered emails for yoga, for staying up too late to watch one more episode, for eating cheese crackers in bed, for hugging people I adore for too long, for daydreaming, for saying I love you to the people I love, for petting my dogs ears for an obnoxious amount of time until she stops sitting next to me, for a few solo glasses of wine on a Monday night when reality feels overwhelming, for spending an extra $40 on a shirt that makes me feel hot, for sleeping in late on a Saturday, for having an extra drink at happy hour, for listening to my favorite song 38 times in a row because 37 just isn’t enough. No more feeling guilty. No more sorry in 2015.