Well, at least Jason knows what’s up.
Hi, hey!

Show of hands from my followers who actually know me or who have been following me for a long time who have been witness to my rants about my father being the biggest possible pain in the fucking ass?

walmart-dot-com: hi hello! I'm afraid that you may be contemplating doing bad things, but I need you to know that I really love you and I would miss you horribly if you were gone... please stick around, I know that a door is going to open up for you and it will make your life a billion times better please just remember that I care and I know this might not help, but please please stay strong!! you're beautiful and amazing, I know you can make it!!

What are you talking about? Because I said that spending time with my father makes me want to kill myself? A. You literally have no idea who I am or what I deal with. You don’t love me and you wouldn’t miss me even if I DID decide to do something to myself, because you can’t love or miss someone or something you have no emotional connection to B. You have no idea if I would ever actually even think of killing myself or not C. You clearly, really don’t know me because IF you did, you’d know that being around my father makes me actually want to kill HIM and not me.

I just went through and unfollowed anybody who hadn’t updated in at least a month. If you think I unfollowed you and shouldn’t have, please let me know. I can’t believe I just unfollowed over 30 people.

And I guess I’m going to bed. When I was unemployed, tumblr was a sanctuary for me at 2, 3, 6AM. People used to be on and blogging. And now it dies out before 12. Either I’ve stopped followings the blogs who were active at that hour, or I’m the only loser left without a life who stays up until then. Either way, I’m going to watch whatever shitty movies are on until whenever then spend tomorrow and Thursday in Atlantic City with my father wanting to kill myself. Goodnight, tumblies.

Fuck thigh gap

fathominid:

I want my thighs to make love to each other when I walk.

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But does anyone else have a cat who complains to them when they’re given food they don’t like?

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Lola somehow got up into the shelf in our coffee table and Fievel is teasing the hell out of her.

But the thing is I’ve been waking up more mornings having anxiety for no reason. And my depression isn’t back full force, but I can feel it in the back of my brain trying to push through. I’ve been lonely, terribly lonely, and I’m sick of falling for guys or liking guys who are too far away. And I’m sick of having no friends and my best friend being 800 miles away from me and unable to spend time with me. It’s heartbreaking to not even have any prospects for friends or romantic relationships. Legitimately the only thing going for me right now is work, and God only knows how long that will last. I don’t wake up every morning with a feeling of dread of being there and I don’t spend all day counting down the seconds until I can leave. And the only thing bringing me true happiness lately is waking up every morning, going downstairs, and having these two kittens eagerly waiting for me to pick them up and cuddle them. It sucks, it really sucks, and I hope things get better soon. Because I’m driving myself crazy.

I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.
One day you’ll kiss someone and know those are the lips you want to kiss for the rest of your life.

thrashturbate:

I’ll bet you’d look adorable grasping at the sheets on my bed

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myartblogbitch:

EVERYONE WHO REBLOGS THIS POST BY AUGUST 20TH WILL GET A PIECE OF ART IN THERE INBOX BASED ON THEIR BLOG

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I’ve been trying to transfer tickets on Ticketmaster for an hour and I can’t figure out how. Ugh.

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