IF YOU DON’T SHIP MY OTP I SWEAR TO GOD i’ll be okay with that
YOU DON’T LIKE MY FAVORITE THING, I’M GONNA respect the fact that you have your own taste
Fucking done. After Mary-Margaret’s grad party I’m done with family functions with my mom’s side. Idgaf if it’s Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, world is ending, don’t give a fuck.
Today I learned that even trying to leave the room to avoid getting into a fight is wrong, but why should that shock me? I’ve never done anything right as far as gram is concerned anyway.
And maybe they’re right and I am a little “sensitive” but I’m not going to feel ashamed for having feelings, maybe she should feel ashamed for her complete disregard for my feelings.
I’m sick of getting home from these things and feeling like shit about myself.
She hasn’t even congratulated me on going back to college. My friends are pumped, my parents, my coworkers, my boss’ family, my manager said that me getting accepted was the best news he’d heard all week….but my own grandmother doesn’t care. She’s been bitching at me for like 2 years to go back and I finally do and nothing not a fucking word. But let’s all make a big deal about Matthew’s confirmation. Cuz choosing to not give up catholicism at 15 is a fucking huge commitment am I right? I can’t even right now.
What do you MEAN the body was definitely Laura Collins if Laura Collins is in Collinsport??
Ted Cruz [R-TX]
Guys like Ted are oblivious to how they themselves are destroying the GOP.
C’MON TEXAS MAKE IT HAPPEN
OMG VICKY SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH YOUR “OH, DAVID! I’D LOST ALL HOPE!” Bullshit. You tell David to put the gag back on you, close the door, and run back to the big house to get a grown up. For fuck’s sake!
I’ve been asked several times over the last few years why I don’t have comments open on this blog. (I also don’t allow anonymous messaging or provide contact information.) The answer is simple: I refuse to make myself a sitting duck for anonymous hate, threats of violence, and trolls, all of which I routinely experienced when I first opened this blog and made commenting available. It was unnerving, and I’ve found that when people have to own their words—even under anonymous blogs or pseudonyms—they’re a lot less likely to be horrible.
at monash university in melbourne the women’s department had a bake sale and cupcakes were one dollar for men and eighty cents for women and seventy cents for trans* people to represent the wage gap and heaps of guys kicked off about it being sexist and that’s how i finally understood how hypocritical and ignorant men’s rights activism is
to be fair that is pretty darn sexist… why cant stuff just be EQUAL for everyone?