I find the blog of the cutest (trans- it’s relevant) boy and omg perfect content; it’s a mix of ironic sass, pretty pictures, cool content, ect ect.
And THEN, out of the blue… they say that asexuality is a kink, compares it to furries, and says asexuals don’t belong in the LGBTQA(AAAAAAA) community.
Why does this keep happening. I follow the perfect blog and then five minutes of scrolling later I need a gif of Mona Lisa Vito from My Cousin Vinny going “oh my god what a fuckin’ nightmare!”
Each and every one of you. You are so great and you make me smile 🙂
Mom: Tess, get going, I need you to print that label!
Me: I’m working on it.
Mom: Use your computer!
Me: I AM.
Mom: Oh. I’m sorry, you have broad shoulders.
Me: *washes hands before and after an activity*
*Twenty minutes later*
Brain: I FEEL DIRTY
Me: *Goes somewhere*
Brain: 🙂 So did you bring hand sanitizer? 🙂
Digging through my books just now I found my Twin Towers official soundtrack CD that I know for a fact I bought as soon as it came out after the movie came out in theaters (that I saw twice with my dad) and I was joking with The Boy that I was a nerd.
And then our couple application started acting up and I had to reload it, but when I typed in the first two letters, CO, instead of the app popping up, Councilofelrond.com came up as the first result.
Well. Oop.
My Clue period tracker app, on day five: “Your period should be on its last day today!“
My uterus: “Bitch u thot“
Mom: if it comes from the heart, a gift can’t be wrong.
Me: if it’s a lizard it could
I was just watching
these two robins on the power line, a male and a female. The Female was
super interested and like, nuzzling up on the male and he wasn’t having
any of that and eventually hopped down to the wire below. She stares
down at him for a second. Another male robin flies by and she’s like
“fuck you bro, there’s other fish in the sea” and flies after him. The
first male, seeing her leave, gets offended, and follows them both.
HILARIOUS.
And now my mom and my boyfriend are both mad at me. It took one number and eight words this time, go me.
I am not devalued by having sex.
My body is not a commodity.
The Carving Witch 