So I finally bought the new Tegan and Sara record, and drove around town listening to it with the windows down, and went on a bike ride today with a friend, and got caught in a thunderstorm, and my best friend is coming tomorrow so that we can finally hit up the pitiful bar scene and get good and drunk together and even though I miss Ireland, it is good to be back.
I just scared myself because I know that I would kiss danny devito if he asked me to
Two people who were once very close canWarsan Shire (via pfelps)
without blame
or grand betrayal
become strangers.
perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.
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ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.
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Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat.
When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.” (via tealeafprincess)
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“I am incredibly sad,” is something that I just whispered to myself, alone, in my room, at home, in the States.
I feel like I left a part of me in Ireland.
As one of my good friends said, “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
I just need to acknowledge it, this sadness. Because it is real and gaping. And I should be sad. And it’s okay to be sad.
I am so grateful for my time there and for getting to meet such great people.
