Why the fuck do 84 people still follow this blog when I haven’t posted in three months…?

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So the reason I was posting all of my “liked” posts before was because I think I’m all done with this blog. It’s been great to have for the past two years, but I just don’t like how many people on here know me in real life. I don’t feel free to post the things I want to, or to vent about the stuff I really want to talk about. And that was the entire reason why I got a tumblr in the first place, so it seems kinda moot to keep this blog going if I can’t do what I want with it. 

So I’ve started a new blog and already followed a few people on here from it. But mostly I don’t want to feel obligated to censor myself from saying the things I want to say, or following certain people because I feel obligated to, or talking about things that I know would cause people on here to ask me questions. So if you want the new URL at all, you can ask, but if I don’t respond to you it really isn’t anything personal. I’m not gonna delete this blog, because I like bing able to look back at it as sort of like a scrapbook of what my life’s been in the past two years. And I’ll probably be on every once in a while to like random stuff so this doesn’t get deactivated. But this is gonna be my last post on here. So uhhh… bye.

sarahofskingrad:

I’m fairly certain that I should have been done with this countdown thing by now… I’m also fairly certain that no one actually reads these… Eh, fuck it.

Day 15- A song that people wouldn’t expect you to like: "Can’t Fuck With The South" by Trick Daddy (Yes, you’re reading that correctly).

Okay… So, this probably looks atrocious already—which is exactly why I chose it to use for today. I assure you, I have a good explanation. See, I don’t actually… um… Well, it’s not like I listen to this song in between my Behemoth and my In Flames or anything. In fact, I don’t even have it on my iPod. It’s just that this is one of those songs that I was exposed to via my brothers and their friends, and became so familiar that I had no choice but to like it after a while; I actually have specific memories of being at my brothers’ APT parties where all of the Class of ‘03 boys would be singing entire lyrics in unison.

I (perhaps not soberly) brought this song to the attention of my Naz friends (who are much more partial to shitty rap than I am—both in the ironic and genuine senses) one night, and I don’t think they were so much amazed that I ordered that this song be played (which they probably were) as it was the fact that I know a great deal of the words myself. I certainly don’t know the song in its entirety by heart, but… well… let’s just say I know enough to be somewhat ashamed of it. It’s, uh… sort of become a running gag. Because, ya know… It’s me.

Dammit, now I miss my school friends even more than I did! :(

BRINGING THIS POST BACK BECAUSE IT IS FLAWLESS AND I’M SO EXCITED FOR AUGUST FRIENDSHIP SHENANIGANS <3

blamypoehler:

pawnee is not special. mean ben has a soft spot. that was leslie knope. I made you chicken soup. take that curse. then you wouldn’t be leslie knope. stay, help us build something. I’m just sick of all the rules lately. you know the wildflower mural up on the second floor? im…

fuckyeahtattoos:

My first tattoo, a compass with the Mayday Parade lyrics “Teach me how to read these broken lines&#8221; from the song “Happy Endings Are Stories That Haven’t Ended Yet&#8221;. Done by Katie Rhoden at Electric Expressions in Kenner, Louisiana. 

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fuckyeahtattoos:

My first tattoo, a compass with the Mayday Parade lyrics “Teach me how to read these broken lines” from the song “Happy Endings Are Stories That Haven’t Ended Yet”. Done by Katie Rhoden at Electric Expressions in Kenner, Louisiana. 

theconcept0fbreathing.tumblr.com

"‎’Slut’ is attacking women for their right to say yes. ‘Friend Zone’ is attacking women for their right to say no."

And “bitch” is attacking women for their right to call you on it. (via intoxifaded)

"I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t."

James Frey (via dulcetdecember)

"My colleague told me: ‘It took me a long time, but I’ve finally figured it out. When it comes to men who are romantically interested in you, it’s really simple. Just ignore everything they say and only pay attention to what they do.’"

The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch  (via wordswanted)

I never really dreamed of heaven much 
Until we put him in the ground
But it’s all I’m doing now
Listening for patterns in the sound
Of an endless static sea
But once the satellite’s deceased
It blows like garbage through the streets
Of the night sky to infinity
But don’t you weep 
There is nothing as lucky
Don’t you weep
There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

aseaofquotes:

Sloane Crosley, I Was Told There’d be Cake

aseaofquotes:

Sloane Crosley, I Was Told There’d be Cake