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3rd May 2012

meangirlsofpanem: No, I’m totally kidding! [[Okay, this came to me in a magical fetch-tastic flawless epiphany & it’s my new all time favorite.  Thank you, brain!]] Side note- I’m kind of bummed the whole leg thing is cut from the movies:( 

meangirlsofpanem:

No, I’m totally kidding!

[[Okay, this came to me in a magical fetch-tastic flawless epiphany & it’s my new all time favorite.  Thank you, brain!]]

Side note- I’m kind of bummed the whole leg thing is cut from the movies:( 

Source: meangirlsofpanem

28th February 2012

princessteak: I hate gingers. I hate the way they look, the derpy facial expression that’s constantly on their faces, and the fact that despite the rest of their face, their eyes are black as fuck. Have you ever looked at a ginger before? Into their eyes? They’re fucking black ass eyes.  I hate how you can’t put makeup on a ginger because they’re fucking consistently ugly and are successful at raping the eyes of everyone they pass by on the road. Their eyelashes are fucking blonde, their eyebrows are fucking blonde, even though their hair is fucking red as blood. Actually, screw that, blood colored hair is sexy and unnatural, the natural ginger orange is unsexy and looks like it belongs on a retarded cat instead. Gingers are always fucking mean looking too, like they don’t even fucking like you even though they don’t know you. They’re used to being hated so they spread that hatred back at everyone else even though gingers have nothing to complain about besides their ugly ass mugs.  I hate how the fucking Duggar family named one of their hick fucking daughters Jinger, which looks like it should rhyme with finger. Like it’s the onomatopoeia of sticking your finger in a socket and getting the electrons blown out of you. Fuck gingers. I hate being a ginger.

princessteak:

I hate gingers. I hate the way they look, the derpy facial expression that’s constantly on their faces, and the fact that despite the rest of their face, their eyes are black as fuck. Have you ever looked at a ginger before? Into their eyes? They’re fucking black ass eyes. 

I hate how you can’t put makeup on a ginger because they’re fucking consistently ugly and are successful at raping the eyes of everyone they pass by on the road. Their eyelashes are fucking blonde, their eyebrows are fucking blonde, even though their hair is fucking red as blood. Actually, screw that, blood colored hair is sexy and unnatural, the natural ginger orange is unsexy and looks like it belongs on a retarded cat instead.

Gingers are always fucking mean looking too, like they don’t even fucking like you even though they don’t know you. They’re used to being hated so they spread that hatred back at everyone else even though gingers have nothing to complain about besides their ugly ass mugs. 

I hate how the fucking Duggar family named one of their hick fucking daughters Jinger, which looks like it should rhyme with finger. Like it’s the onomatopoeia of sticking your finger in a socket and getting the electrons blown out of you.

Fuck gingers. I hate being a ginger.

Source: princessteak

13th November 2011

This is how my friends and I are lol

9th September 2011

Everyday Heroes

You never know how lucky you are until everything you’re familiar with is taken away. The only way you’ll truly know what I’m talking about is unless you’ve had to start over. I started over about a month ago when I moved out of the little farm house and little small town and into my tiny dorm room with my roommate who I had never met before.

I was happy when my mother called the following day. Yes, I know happy to hear from her! The same woman who had been yelling at me all week and somewhat ignoring me (who later explained that she was sorry for ignoring me, it was just easier to say goodbye this way). I missed her already and that was something I was going to have to work on if I wanted to pull through and prove that I can be an adult.We talked a little bit and then it happened: The First Break Down.

Full on shower of tears and runny nose, probably the worst sight ever. I cried because I was alone. Alone in my room and alone on this big campus. I didn’t have my close friends only ten minutes away. My little sister wasn’t falling downs the stairs and calling that she was okay.

Instead there was this constant chatter from the hallway of girls introducing themselves and me alone in my room, resenting them all for making friends. Oh well. I cried because tuition was coming due and I didn’t want to give up my money. The money that I had been saving all my life. That’s why they call it a life savings. And it wasn’t a greedy feeling towards my money. It was a security feeling. So I cried some more and I knew my mom felt bad. She told me to slow down and breathe and I slowed to a quiet sob.

Then came the nightly call from my dad. Now to fully understand this one must know that my dad isn’t the most emotional individual. Actually I’ve only seen him be emotional once.My oldest sisters wedding, he sure didn’t want to give her up. But he called and the first thing out of his mouth: “Ya miss me?”

Yes dad, even I miss you! Your mundane stories about roofing and the painting of one of the machinery buildings are something I miss. It just goes to show that once and awhile you don’t know what a great support system you have until they’re three hours away.

9th September 2011

Me, in the blue, and my little sister who doesn’t know it, but she makes me smile everyday.

Me, in the blue, and my little sister who doesn’t know it, but she makes me smile everyday.