February 2012
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Has Tumblr invented a TAG BLOCK feature yet?
Take note site masters that I’d really like to uncheck a box that allows ANYTHING RIHANNA on my dashboard I don’t need pictures of that tasteless cunt popping up
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I stopped myself from making a rash decision while...
The proof is that my bad decision-to-be is still sitting in my purse right now and not on the hood of some stranger’s car or in the mail, ready to stir drama about a week from now.
It might not seem like much, but it’s progress. And days like this are going to get me far, down the road.
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Now look at me I’m sparkling, a firework,...
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It was incredibly freeing
to walk home today, enjoying my surroundings, and knowing that I had no obligations to anyone but myself. For the first time, it wasn’t just singlehood that I was feeling. It was, and is, independence too.
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Critics, man...
They’re friends, family, dates, partners. Critics aren’t just the hateful, ignorant, and insecure people of the world who take the time to send you messages from behind screens of sorts. I’ve learned that the people closest to you can judge you, too, whether or not you decide to let them in that close.
Not a long time ago, these pieces of criticism would get me down very...
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Oldie but GOLDEN.
January 2012
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“Tell me something, something that could move me. Don’t tell me lies, or I...”
– OneRepublic
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The girl who said “everyone deserves a second chance” and gave 50 was naive. The girl who never gave a single chance to anyone was jaded. I was one of these girls for a very, very long time. And now, I’m finally coming around to changing…for the better.
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I write really good things on paper sometimes :) after all paper » books came before blogs….obviii :)
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Lengthy but worth the read. Definitely put things... →
I’m on a ctrain car filled with happy talkative Filipinos so I’m breathing it out, and calming down. Even though I’m really not okay, with anything. I wish the Distress Centre had a volatile breakup division where I could call and scream my lungs out over the injustices, the coercion, the lies I swallowed up whole like they would give life to me. In reality they almost took my...
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the cupcake connection
that is all.
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Fuck I caught my sister’s cold. When I was younger I used to say that best friends share germs because I only caught illnesses from my best friends. Well after 20 years and 8 months @bonafidedrivel can finally be named my BFF
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fredwich:
It really bothers me that people still use “gay” as a pejorative. I wish people would grow up.
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God Tumblr,
For every 1 note I get on a post I actually have 5. Just tell me the truth goddamnit!!!
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5 Year Anniversary: RIP Dad
On January 11, 2007, God took away my biological father and my best friend. I guess he thought he could use him better somewhere else. But I still think he’s a cunt for doing it.
Today marks 5 years since the worst day of my life and it has never gotten easier. A lot of the most difficult and unnecessary challenges I’ve faced in my life could have been prevented if my dad were...
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I just missed my first 2am booty call text of the year…from a nameless number. Unfortunately, I would only consider answering one from one number, and well, it doesn’t start with my area code.
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I love plugging in an old camera and finding old...
Like these:
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And I've officially taken all the SEX out of my...
Not because I’m a prude. Or a born-again virgin. But just because all the sex pictures got put in there before my ex showed his true colours to me. I can’t get off to our old memories - it just doesn’t work that way when someone you fell in love with turns out to be a total cunt. So I guess I’m holding out. For a bit.
I guess that’s a little personal. But what...
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“You know, there’s going to be sex, drugs, rock-n-roll… chips, dips, chains,...”
– Weird Science (1985)
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I need a massage.
I mean an actual, let-someone-knead-their-fists-into-the-back-of-my-neck experience, not a spa visit. I could care less for hot stones and so-called ‘soothing’ music. Big surprise that my 2011 problems didn’t go away in the new year, and I’m supposed to be refreshed, but not really.
Especially now that I’m thinking about school again. I said I’d apply by the...
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You can have him, slut. But don't be surprised...