I am mostly over here now.

I’ve had some seller’s remorse lately - I miss you guys.

Hopefully I’ll see you all on the other side.

timeonfire:

(Source: ih8religion, via kyleelizabeth)

littleorphanammo:

thepoliticalpartygirl:

Now that, Alanis, is ironic.

bul·ly ¹ 

n. pl. bul·lies  A real life ruffian.   A person who is habitually cruel or overbearing, especially to smaller or weaker people.  

not a bul·ly ¹ 

n. pl. not a bul·lies  a cruel and overbearing insecure, douchbag lunatic who draws cum dripping down young women’s chins and out their vaginas on the internet for all their friends and family to see and mock!  If it’s on the internet it’s ok.

(Source: newsweek)

sexartandpolitics:

Sunday is when we clean ALL the things.

midwesternrefugee:

This ad claims that drinking Pabst will calm your nerves, aid in sleep, and help digestion.

OK fine. I’ll give you the first two.

But a digestive aid? Really??

The only thing a Pabst product has ever done for my digestive tract is burn holes in it.

Jesus, just thinking about a Pabst right now is giving me the shits.

Yikes, I gotta go.

This was one of my relatives. Scary, I know.

rosasparks:

whitehousephotostream:

P081410PS-0657:

President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama react to daughter Sasha’s hole in one while playing miniature golf at Pirate’s Island Golf in Panama City Beach, Fla., Saturday, Aug. 14, 2010. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

My parents would always be like, “Oh, whatever. Don’t make your brother feel bad.” FEEL BAD, BROTHER. FEEL BAD.

rosasparks:

(via warrennotg)

YOU. GUYS!

I’ve been dreaming about blogging this for years. Literally, YEARS.

littleorphanammo:

ultraprison:

(I forgot that I wrote this and left it in Drafts until just now!)

I keep seeing that list about being friends with an introvert. Here are some tips for being friends with the other side of the spectrum.

(Unlike the introvert list, this isn’t a bunch of instructions on how to treat us so we don’t get uncomfortable. This is more of an “FYI” scenario.)

1) We don’t like silence.

Silence - “awkward” or not - feels wrong to an extrovert. Either turn the radio on in the car or prepare for a barrage of conversation. We’re talkers.

2) We talk to strangers.

If the person in front of us in line brings up how they aren’t sure if you can substitute a salad here, expect us to jump in and tell them. We talk to people walking their dogs and the guy with the shirt from the college we went to. You do not have to join these conversations! But we will have them.

3) We’re loud.

Sometimes we don’t realize how loud our voices have gotten. This is a side effect of theater training, which almost all of us have. Please try to put it nicely when you tell us we’re a few decibels too high.

4) We want to try new things.

If we go to the gym and someone says a new hot yoga class is starting in ten minutes and it’s free and would we like to go, yes, yes we would. New ride at local amusement park? GET SOME. Meet person from Tumblr? WHEN AND WHERE OMG NEW FRIENDS.

5) We’re storytellers.

A lot of the time, after someone tells a story, an extrovert will jump in with “oh, that reminds me of this one time…” It’s not that we didn’t listen to your story or that we don’t care. We’re just relating to you in our favorite form of communication: talking.

6) Some of us don’t like talking on the phone either.

I don’t think this has much to do with introverted versus extroverted. Just because someone is an extrovert doesn’t mean they’re free at any time to talk to someone for 45 minutes on the phone. Gchat, on the other hand, is a form of communication we are always open to.

This is so totally me.  HAHAHAH!  Except I am totally AOK with silence.  I talk to strangers constantly.  CONSTANTLY.  About everything.  I compliment people a lot.  Like.  A LOT.  I’m always “OOOH!  I love your dress” “Gorgeous coat!” “THOSE are great shoes” to total strangers.  Sometimes I even compliment their jewlery and hair or lipstick shade or sunglasses.  Seriously.  I can’t seem to stop myself, I just shout it out if they’re too far away.

AHAHAH! 

I should probably stop that.

(HEY I just did the storytelling thing!  BARHAR!)

Weirrrrrd, I was reading this, and I just assumed I’d written this post earlier tonight. Which might be because I’m drunk (it’s definitely because I’m drunk). But what I mean to say is, yes, this is very good. The storytelling thing is a rough one, especially since I also hate talking on the phone and making conversation with strangers I haven’t chosen.

gauntlet:

noraleah:

abangupjob:

Women Who Hit Hard

really need to play more tennis

Jaw-dropping portfolio.

(via sovietpostcards)

missworld:

plantinglilacs:

The Royal Tenenbaums 

GPOYW?

gauntlet:

thecurvature:

Wikipedia offered no insight into why storks are portrayed as bearers of children, but it did offer this really fucking awesome postcard.

Which, ironically, is kind of how I view childbirth. 

tulletulle:

missworld:

bladeaok:

conceptualcourtneylove:boiledbones:moneyhungrywoman:bravenewpaul:

always reblog this

LESBIAN RATE.

Science at its best. Maybe I’ll really impress my biology teacher if I bring this handy fact to the first day of school tomorrow.

(I don’t know if it’s even relevant to biology. I don’t even get what biology is! And yet, I am so excited for tomorrow, if only to carry around my pretty collaged planner and enjoy the smell of new pencils.)

Snooki articulates an impressive display of logic.

Speaking of my foray back onto Jezebel today, I’m getting a feeling that this woman is my spirit animal. (Her stomach says “I am independent.”)

via