Arguing with some people is like trying to nail water to a tree. Ultimately you’ll achieve nothing, but it feels good to swing a hammer at something.
I just want someone to lean over and whisper those three words every girl wants to hear…
…”double dissolution election”
I can’t stand these fucking people with these fucking family window stickers on their cars a murderer is gonna come into your fucking house and you’re gonna try to hide your kids in the fucking closet and he’s gonna be like naw bitch I saw your fucking mini van I know you have six more kids where are they
i hit my coworkers shoulder lightly and he was like “you’re going to make me cry like a girl” and i was like “what’s wrong with being a girl?” and he was quiet for a moment then he looked into the distance and whispered “the social standards they’re forced to live by”
once one of my best friends told me that i was wearing too much makeup (i was wearing lip gloss and mascara) and told me that i should have a look that’s more like my other friend (who wears a full face of makeup every day) as she looks more natural and that moment made me realize that men truly do not understand what makeup looks like
I don’t like to be That Person, but please don’t repost or distribute TPC files. I didn’t pick up a second job because I have all this free time I don’t know what to do with. I want to be able to release new content regularly, but I can’t do that if I’m unable to support myself.