Not Another Day

24. Waitress. Angry feminist. Exhibitionist. Student. I like sex, tattoos, coffee and bearded men.

September 17, 2014 1:25 am 1:07 am

anonj-the-writress:

skinnykate:

justonebreathatatime:

omfg that FACE

Too funny and horribly true not to reblog a million times

THIS IS ACCURATE AS HELL OH MY GOD

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1:06 am 12:59 am

"Great comeback."

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12:56 am 12:55 am 12:42 am

officialheinzdoofenshmirtz:

behold, it is i, the evil social justice warrior, here to ruin your fun by pointing out that you’re being kind of an asshole

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12:35 am

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12:32 am

funnybrunette:

do you just ever get so mad that you mentally insult every single thing that people do around you

like 

"hey i finished this question" good for you little fucking brat like wow didnt anyone teach you not to boast

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12:29 am 12:13 am
theskullandbonesclub:


Thanks so much anyone who reblogged or liked this and took it to 1000 notes!

theskullandbonesclub:

Thanks so much anyone who reblogged or liked this and took it to 1000 notes!

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September 16, 2014 12:52 am
suburbanryan:

plantlette:

It was so unbearably humid in here but the carnivorous plants were so incredible that it was worth it

I want to visit.

suburbanryan:

plantlette:

It was so unbearably humid in here but the carnivorous plants were so incredible that it was worth it

I want to visit.

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September 15, 2014 11:16 pm 9:26 pm
"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare."

Caitlin Moran (via bathtubarracuda)

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9:23 pm

rawdi-kun:

dying before your friends and welcoming them to hell like

image

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