Just undid the stitching on my back work pants pocket so I could USE it and it turns out that theyre about two and a half inches deep, so…I don’t know why I thought they’d be useful. Fuck women’s pants, man

#how I measure health #can you go into battle? then you’re fine

Do you ever stop in the middle of a really good mood and think to yourself “is this because I’m having a good day, or is this a manic swing that I’ll be paying for later?”

What if when followers of Artemis see another praying for her protection, it’s the goddess telling us to gather behind them?

I was looking for hi cal recipes this morning and came across this little gem….

I knew I was forgetting something I got tagged in

tagged by @muddyviolets

Relationship status: Long term committed relationship, currently long distance
Pets: None currently; allergic to cats and dogs. I’d get some fish or something to keep me company, but I’m moving in a year or less :/. Maybe once I have my own apartment I’ll get some guppies.
Wake Up Time: Depends on what time I have work. Minimum 2 hours before
Cats or Dogs: Love them both equally, equally horribly allergic
Coke or Pepsi: Diet Coke
Text or call: Texting. I’ve gotten over my crippling fear of phone calls, but if we have a personal relationship I’d rather text to avoid awkward silences and forced small talk
Chapstick or Lipstick: Chapstick. I’m always chapped and don’t have the energy to upkeep lipstick
Sun/Moon/Rising: Gemini/Taurus/Gemini (is that how that works? I’ve never looked it up till now)
Favorite Color: to look at, soft teal; to wear, black
Favorite Musical Genre: Indie rock I guess?
Favorite Scent: Warm clothes washed with tide with oxyclean. Citrus. The craft/book store
What animal do you most associate with: Woodland: Bear, Mythological, Phoenix
Song that sums up your mood right now:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T82OEZmCr1o&list=LLRR4kqyOyStSc7ZzFwIgG7g&index=6

Fuck you, Ohio drivers

Road rage is the absolute worst; it knows neither logic nor reason. I’ve had people fucking follow me to scream at me; one time we stopped at a stop light and I locked my doors because I was pretty sure they were going to get out of their car. Today I had some lady scream at me for being on my cell phone while I was walking across the cross walk. Like…chill??? I used to run away but I’m starting to just give people the finger and continue with my day. What are they going to do, chase me down? Oh no, you’re fulfilling one of my cynical millennial death wishes, can’t have that

Finally got around to checking to see if Tumblr had activated ads on my blogs. They didn’t do it on my main blog, but they sure did on this one, I’m assuming because it has the most followers.

Fuck you

I managed to walk the few blocks down to my local record store today

I’m still not over “finger eyes”