my mother called me to ask me if I had something to say to her. I fucking hate mothers day.
I think the real question here is: Why do I not own these yet?
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ask away :)
| 1: | What are you wearing? |
| 2: | Ever been in love? |
| 3: | Ever had a terrible breakup? |
| 4: | How tall are you? |
| 5: | How much do you weigh? |
| 6: | Any tattoos do you want? |
| 7: | Any piercings that you want? |
| 8: | OTP? |
| 9: | Favorite Show? |
| 10: | Favorite bands? |
| 11: | Something you miss? |
| 12: | Favorite song? |
| 13: | How old are you? |
| 14: | Zodiac sign? |
| 15: | Hair Color? |
| 16: | Favorite Quote? |
| 17: | Favorite singer? |
| 18: | Favorite color? |
| 19: | Loud music or soft? |
| 20: | Where do you go when you're sad? |
| 21: | How long does it take you to shower? |
| 22: | How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? |
| 23: | Ever been in a physical fight? |
| 24: | Turn on? |
| 25: | Turn off? |
| 26: | The reason I joined Tumblr? |
| 27: | Fears? |
| 28: | Last thing that made you cry? |
| 29: | Last time you cried? |
| 30: | Meaning behind your url |
| 31: | Last book you read? |
| 32: | Last song you listened to? |
| 33: | Last show you watched? |
| 34: | Last person you talked to? |
| 35: | The relationship between you and the person you last texted? |
| 36: | Favorite food? |
| 37: | Place you want to visit? |
| 38: | Last place you were? |
| 39: | Do you have a crush? |
| 40: | Last time you kissed someone? |
| 41: | Last time you were insulted and what was it? |
| 42: | What color underwear are you wearing? |
| 43: | What color shirt are you wearing? |
| 44: | What color bottoms are you wearing? |
| 45: | Wearing any bracelets? |
| 46: | Last sport you played? |
| 47: | Last song you sang? |
| 48: | Last prank call you remember doing? |
| 49: | Last time you hung out with anyone? |
| 50: | Favorite movie? |
At the grocery store. Orange juice was available as:
- No Pulp
- With Pulp
- MORE Pulp
- LOADED With Pulp
They did not have the other levels which are, in order of increasing pulpitude:
- Loaded With Even More Pulp
- Extra Loaded With Lots Of Pulp
- Holy Shit, That’s A Lot Of Pulp
- Seriously. There’s A Lot Of Pulp In This Motherfucker.
- Stop Fucking With Me. Who Would Want This Much Pulp?
- I’m Not Fucking With You. There’s So Much God Damned Pulp In This Sumbitch That You Should Forget A Straw Because You’ll Need A Fucking Ladle.
- Screw The Ladle. Get A Carving Knife.
- No Longer Juice. Slightly Damp Pulp.
- An Orange
FUCK this will never not be funny.
I LAUGHED SO HARD
This is still one of my favorite posts on Tumblr ever. I cry every time.
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Putting my foot down
After years of all their shit, this is me saying no more. This is my time to become something better than them. The time to finally take care of me and no one else. Never again will I have to lie to anyone about how I got hurt. I refuse to let all of this weigh me down for the rest of my life. I am going to work on all of it, taking baby steps first and working my way up to normal sized steps. I will no longer let anyone hurt me, and I will work my way to a point where I will never again hurt myself. But here is where I draw the line. Yes,it does hurt but it is less excruciating than the hell I have been through in the last 20 years.
So to the people who poured brandy in my bottles, pushed me down the stairs,and took away so many opportunities. Fuck You. Goodbye
and to those who have stuck with me through everything. Thank you.
If you love someone:
- Don’t hurt them
- Do NOT hurt them
- HURT them?
DO NOT- DO NOT
HURT- THEM
- IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE DO NOT HURT THEM
simple. as. that.
Take a lesson.
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