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...
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