February 2011
My followers are droppin' like flies.
Today my dad saw my hubby glance at a pair of old motorcycle boots he had hanging on the wall in his garage. He stopped, thought, and said, “If they fit you, they can have them.”
Those boots are over thirty years old (my dad got them when he was 21) and have some motherfucking history. They’ve been kept for decades out of sentimental value; my dad started reminiscing when he...
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“My old man was born to rock
He’s still trying to beat the clock...
– Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Not too psyched on kissing and making up with a person who declared that our friendship of three years was easily replacable and meant virtually nothing. Thanks, bro.
‘You know, I think I’m ready to move past the fact that I kicked...
– Papa Erwin
Anonymous asked: Don't be her friend again! You seemed so much happier once you dumped her :(
January 2011
Bedtime.
Night, Tumblites.
Tumblr is effing dead tonight.
Don’t make me go to bed, guys. Don’t do it.
I don’t think I feel like sleeping tonight. I think I feel like making people I hate on Sims 3 and torturing them in various methods both physically and emotionally crippling. <3
There’s nothing left to do but move forward.
I’m finally ready for something...
– (via superpotato7)
I should be a private investigator or something so...
Alright, well, I need some of you to get pregnant.
seeyouinthenightosphere:
I can’t count on my Facebook friends for this. But, you know, as an aspiring birth professional you have to start somewhere.
This is very important so please get to it.
I don’t know how to be sexy. -_-
My dad is talking about which foods/supplements...
I do as I please and I lie through my teeth; someone might get hurt, but it...
– -“Take It Easy (Love Nothing)” by Bright Eyes
Some of my favorite lyrics ever (I have them on my wall), but I think of them as more of a what-not-to-do. It’s not a great policy for keeping friends.
That awkward moment when everyone on tumblr is...
thisismymindandsoul:
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I just kinda accept my cute butt anymore…
– Boyfriend.