March 2011
25 posts
February 2011
61 posts
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blood, panties, and tubal ligation
I’m bleeding.
Ever since I started the pill I pretty much just spot. Never heavy enough to wear even the lightest tampon. But too heavy to wear nothing… And I hate panty liners. Thus, many ruined panties. I try to wear the tampons but somewhere, halfway through the day I remove one and am too uncomfortable to insert another. I should just suck it up and wear the panty liners.
What I...
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middle school, crushes, and the fear of rejection
Today at work I saw a man who looked like a boy I went to middle school with. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t him but the sight of him reminded me of the MAJOR crush I had on said boy in 8th grade. His name was Frank. The only thing I really remember about him is that my friend Casey called me one day and asked me “Don’t you think Frank is cute?” I went on and on about how...
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This week
I’ve thought a lot about people I’ve let slip out of my life. They were all fun (for the most part) and at some point they either stopped being fun and I let them go, or something else made us drift apart.
For example, on Wednesday I cleaned out my room and took a bunch of stuff to Goodwill. This included a PS1 that was originally a friend’s. She and I were crazy close and there...
Reblog if you have an ass worth grabbing.
but that doesn’t mean it’s up for grabs ;-)
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I was searching...
…for the belt that goes with this shirt. Still haven’t found it. But I DID find: 2 vests, 2 sheer shirts, a pair of gouchos, a dress, pencil skirt, a different belt that I will use today instead…. and that isn’t even the half of it. I have the makings of a fatshionista. I have the clothes. I have the fashion sense if I sit and plan out an outfit. Can anyone explain to me...
“There will be two dates on our tombstone but what’s gonna matter is the little...”
– Anonymous (Submitted by noblestrength)
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My Valentines Day
was exactly what I always pictured it should be. This morning I woke up and was thinking about it and smiling. As I was brushing my teeth I thought of my ex and how he told me on multiple occasions that my expectations are too high. Last night is definitely proof that my expectations are just fine and that he just wasn’t putting enough effort into it… or maybe just that we...
The Frenemy.: Things I Fucking Love →
thefrenemy:
These are the things I fucking love and I hope you fucking love them too:
unwrapping a present that’s not some lame ass sweater but a good thing you want.
hot person you’d sex gives you a passing smile on the street
being smug when you talk about some current events/book/smart person shit…
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officially:
I hate lube. Hate it. Why is it everywhere? And why is it so difficult to clean up?
“No woman wants an abortion as she wants an ice cream cone or a Porsche. She...”
– Frederica Mathewes-Green. (via scatterhearted)
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In the food court today
I was waiting in line at the pizza place for my calzone to come out of the oven. An elderly woman was walking past, from the front of the line towards me. She was checking out the food they had displayed. Debating as to whether this would satisfy her palate. I was paying much more attention to my phone than I was to her (as us young people do). She reaches out and touches the front of my shoulder...
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If I could give one piece of advice to everyone
it would be: hold out for that person that thinks you’re amazing.
I have met plenty of guys that I thought were amazing. And I have always firmly believed that I am amazing. But have you ever met someone and you just feel like “please? Listen to me? I’m so awesome! If you could just give me a little time to show you how awesome I am you’re definitely going to be in love...
