Honestly, I think that being miserable is just as much of a legitimate celebration of Irish heritage as booze is.
I was waiting to cross the street and this van drives by me, and suddenly this guy who looked like he could be a straight up ogre with his face covered in tattoos and piercings, leans out of the passenger side window of the van and just screams at me like “YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! \m/ \m/”
I responded with the war whoop of a 13 year old boy
(Down To Fuck and Not Make It Weird Later)
(In my head)
Why the fuck don’t you ever wear your name tag, WHO ARE YOU
Creep shots: A photo collection of creepy men on public transportation
My brother is sleeping on the couch and starts muttering “Is it please…Is it possible…Macaroni…Goddamn…”
I could literally do nothing to my dick with this.
I wasted the whole goddamn night going through my archive and all my old tags for an old poem I wrote so i could turn it into a story for my fiction class tomorrow and i think that it’s time to give up completely
Friend: So I’m just now reading up about Romney
Friends: The guys a fucking little shit.
Me: …The election was two days ago…
And on the 8th day God created unmotivated slackers, and saw that they were lame. And lo, God was so done
Holy shit white christian male friend of the family making me wanna throw down, dissing the Alaskan tundra is like literally the last straw bro there was no call for that I will go eco warrior on your, incidentally, racist ass
…I have no idea who the hell this was about but yo I’m glad I went off at the asshole
Not getting notes on my text posts is one thing, but I demand for my dog to become tumblr famous.
My acceptance of misandry is in conflict with any growing homosexual urges that I may or may not be having
Some nights sobriety is just not even on the table