December 2011
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October 2011
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This tumblr hasn’t been used the way I want it to be used in a long time. I used to try and make this about things I am passionate about… things that get my gourd, if you catch my drift. Lately, if used at all, it has shown nothing but silly pictures (which is fine, I guess).
But something kicked me in the proverbial balls tonight. I have been watching the “Occupy Wall...
September 2011
2 posts
11 tags
3 tags
July 2011
4 posts
Gusteau's
avalonsatellite:
Y en ingles:
May 2011
3 posts
April 2011
33 posts
Watchteamkeegan:
Team Keegan’s Easter Spectacular, with special guest star Julie Birnstein
I recount my story of culinary uniform/big boobed woes. And talk about how I make stuff awkward. Also, take note: My hand NEVER leaves my hair. I have a new pet peeve about myself. :)
Reblog if you follow back. You'll gain at least 50...
Watchfloatingparticles:
mnwka:
ATTENTION INTERNET: THIS IS A PENGUIN BEING TICKLED.
GODDAMMIT FUCK THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD.
INTERNET GOLD.
Today I met a girl who is old enough to drink, but...
stryker:
Quarterlife crisis in 5…4…3…2…
My other blog: BreathDeath. Dedicated to all... →
Life in public on your period.
imjustl0vedrunk:
The Inside:
The Outside:
“MY LIFE SUCKS. NEED CHOCOLATE”
“WHY THE FUCK DID MOM NOT GET ME CHOCOLATE?”
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL EVERYONE”
And all the boys stare at you like:
But all the girls are like:
“I feel your pain”
oh my god had to reblog, this cannot get any more true.
March 2011
15 posts
WatchWhoa… break it off, girl.
A man gets sick
“S’pose you didn’t have nobody. S’pose you couldn’t go into the bunk house and play rummy ‘cause you was black. How’d you like that? S’pose you had to sit out here an’ read books. Sure you could play horseshoes till it got dark, but then you got to read books. Books ain’t no good. A guy needs somebody - to be near him. A guy goes nuts if...
written in a secret place, 2 years ago.
“I tend to settle. It’s a fault I’ve have carried with my conception, I’d like to think. I was late to be born; a week and half, to be exact. I probably didn’t mind the apartment I was in and didn’t really feel like committing to a drastic and sudden location change. It’s my nature. I settle and branch as far as I can horizontally before reaching upward. Some call it a lack of drive, I call...
