March 2012
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Samoas or death
My mom sent me home (or, back to college) with four boxes of Girl Scout cookies at the end of spring break. Two of them were Tagalongs.
I don’t like Tagalongs. The chocolate is flavorless and the peanut butter is dry and itchy and the cookie is dusty. I don’t know, they just don’t jive with my mouth. At all.
But sometimes, late at night, when I’m shriveling and cold and...
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“This is you guys playing sort of gotcha politics. Go to any of my almost now...”
– Rick Santorum on MSNBC
(Uh, no shit, you psycho. Everyone else is okay with it.)
I feel like I need 5 Tumblrs
One for reblogs of animal photos
One for self-righteous political posts
One for Anna Wintour gifs
One for reblogs of random-ass anti-taste prints and solid blocks of color
And one for self-deprecating personal comments
the abandoned fight
enfettered:
there should be a word for that perennial Sunday night hope that this time you really will start fresh, get back on track, and actually be capable of change.
christ-the-retweeter:
reblog this to raise awareness about death
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