March 2011
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We are the pirates we don’t do anything We just stay at home and lie around And if you ask us to do anything We’ll just tell you, we don’t do anything Well I’ve never been to Greenland, and I’ve never been to Denver And I’ve never buried treasure in St. Louie or St. Paul And I’ve never been to Moscow, and I’ve never been to Tampa And I’ve...
“Don’t fool yourself, my dear. You’re much worse than a bitch. You’re a saint....”
– The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
hi, my name is megan, and I shop like a straight...
i get my shit and get out
then go to the food court
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wizard-swears-deactivated201110 asked: I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU MORE THAN PUPPIES AND RAINBOWS AND DAVID TENNANT COMBINED AND THAT'S A LOT OF EFFING LOVE OKAY?
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taylorstarblanket:
I want you and your beautiful...
parasols replied to your post: wanna hear something funny?
I used to be TONS more feminine than I am now. I think I’m still like… chill-feminine, not frilly. My friends beat me out hands down— I always feel like I’m so low-key around them— but my girlfriend makes me look like goddamn Marie Antoinette. xD
I can totally see that.
citronnier replied to your photo
fsss seriously /kidnaps you and locks you in my closet GROW YOUR HAIR OUT AND LET IT BE WONDROUS so you can whip it back and forth BD
I would, if it suited my gender expression better :P
To be honest, it whips pretty well right now. I just hate it long. It’s at pretty much the ideal length for me at this exact moment.
i think i'm gonna be andy tomorrow.
wanna hear something funny?
i used to be the femmiest kid. dresses, skirts, never wore pants unless they had pink embellishments and/or sparkles.
this was a thing i did from age four to eleven.
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Brittany: This relationship is really confusing for me.
Santana: Breakfast is confusing for you.
LOLOLOLOL HOMOPHOBIA
leela: okay, so we were reading this thing about bullying in class and there's this weird kid who doesn't really do anything to the other kid, he just sits across from him and whispers insults and stuff at him. one of these insults was 'does baby like his bottle?' because he's drinking milk really fast out of a vinegar container
later in the story there's a note in the bullied kid's locker that's like 'meet me after school in the cemetery baby'
and jono immediately flips his shit, going 'that's just...that's just so weird, like a guy saying that to another guy...like i dunno...it's just gross and dirty and ughh..'
even though in the context of the story, he wasn't even calling him 'baby', it wasn't gay at all
so basically jono is so homophobic that he CREATES gay situations so he can be uncomfortable in them
megs: i'm gonna go talk about hot girls in front of him.
leela: do iiiiiit
he's actually so annoying in english otherwise too
megs: be all like 'SO I DID ***** THIS WEEKEND
leela: LMFAO YES.
megs: be all like 'so being queer is the best thing ever
'lesbian sex is tidy AND stealthy!'
'buttsex means no babies!'
i'm gonna come up with a bunch of them
leela: i'm super excited. just run into drama and troll
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Bananas
She took me and twisted my bones until they fractured in all the places I might bend, and she smiled all the while with those perfect teeth of hers in her crooked half-smile on that face. There are a lot of things in this apartment I don’t need. I sit with my tea warming my hands, and my feet are propped up. Mail from the last two weeks is burning a hole in the table. Christmas cards for Andy and...
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writing folder challenge
I’ve never felt so used by anyone.
It was just a body. Just a body. He took me and twisted my bones until they fractured in all the places he might bend me, and he smiled all the while with those perfect teeth of his in his crooked half-smile on his perfect face and he’s still so beautiful but he used me so he’d seem beautiful to somebody else. I let him use me, I could see what he was doing but...
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“What are you doing?”
I stopped in my tracks. He had his hand on my chest, sliding it up to my neck like a five-fingered noose. He knew I couldn’t run, or hide, or fight him. It was a situation where I needed to take the submissive role or potentially die. Looking back on what happened and the weeks following, death might have been the better option. He and I had been married for six months then....
