I had the weirdest dream just now before I woke up now. It’s 5:41 now. Anyway, this wasn’t no ethereal fourth dimension exploration dream, nor was it about the rediscovery of the Mary Celeste while being chased by pirates, or seeing Tegan Quin sad (Quite the sad dream I tell you, it happened), but I remember I ordered like, 5 pizzas at a friends house when we were home alone and like, the pizza got there and while I was happy sitting in the front of his place, I called him from the front of the house telling him the pizza was here.

Next thing you know his cousins ran out even though no one was clearly home but my friend.

One by one they all came out. I said they can have a slice, cause well, I wanted some— that’s why I ordered it. Cousin after cousin, after cousin; eleven, twelve, thirteen— ninteen, twenty— one after one another.
Two pizzas was gone, they came back for seconds, even though I clearly said ‘You guys can have only one slice” Cause man, I was hungry, and I ain’t gonna let my bitch-ass pizza go just like that..
Then their older cousins came out for some. And I’m sitting there like, ‘Come on guys, how much are there of you?” Another two pizzas gone after that, leaving only one left. My friend finally comes down from playing PS3 in his room, takes his half of the pizza; only my half pizza remains. Then what do you know about untimely situations; His brother comes out, followed by his mother, and his sister. Thus only leaving one slice left. 
Happy that I finally get one I picked it up.

That is, up until I fuckin’ dropped that shit on the ground— “Bark bark bark”
The dog comes running around the corner to steal my fucking pizza.
"Fuck you, dog. That’s mine.."
Little shit took off with it.


Welcome to my dreams, a place where I don’t even get any damn pizza.
Long story short, us Indians cerealously have to stop repopulating. 

I’ll write tonight, so there’ll be new stuff to read late tonight around 4 or 5 AM

alltimechemicalkilljoy:

the-tv-light:

lookatthewords:

goatsy:

Reblog if your cramps have ever

  • made you vomit
  • lasted between 2-3 days
  • stopped you from being able to walk or run
  • made you cry

It’s not considered a viable excuse on any occasion, and I would like to know why.

add

  • woken you up at night the pain was so bad

also

  • made you pass out

don’t forget

  • made you unable to stand up without doubling over and grabbing onto the closest object for support

Masturbation cramps are a bitch..

colddustfox:

sabrielhasablog:

attercopter:

danceydancejk:

themicheledee:

 

delena-hupp:

Recite a poem.
Read the first page to one of your favorite books.
Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle.
Do a tongue-twister.
Say something in a different language. 
Share an anecdote.
Do the rains in Spain stay mainly on the plains?
Summarize the last film/TV episode you watched.
Let us hear your ringtone and text message sound.
Tell a joke. 
What did you have to eat today? 
Talk about something that really scares you.
Talk about something that makes you happy.
What is your favorite word?
What is your least favorite word?
What turns you on?
What turns you off?
What sound or noise do you love?
What sound or noise do you hate?
What is your favorite curse word?
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
What profession would you not like to do?
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
If you’re brave enough, singing us a little song.



If you pick 24, you’re totes going to regret it.

Totally down for this!

Oh pleeeease I will totes do this for y’all I’ll do them all just ask

Let’s go for another round of this

Do it!

colddustfox:

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attercopter:

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themicheledee:

 

delena-hupp:

  1. Recite a poem.
  2. Read the first page to one of your favorite books.
  3. Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle.
  4. Do a tongue-twister.
  5. Say something in a different language. 
  6. Share an anecdote.
  7. Do the rains in Spain stay mainly on the plains?
  8. Summarize the last film/TV episode you watched.
  9. Let us hear your ringtone and text message sound.
  10. Tell a joke. 
  11. What did you have to eat today? 
  12. Talk about something that really scares you.
  13. Talk about something that makes you happy.
  14. What is your favorite word?
  15. What is your least favorite word?
  16. What turns you on?
  17. What turns you off?
  18. What sound or noise do you love?
  19. What sound or noise do you hate?
  20. What is your favorite curse word?
  21. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
  22. What profession would you not like to do?
  23. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
  24. If you’re brave enough, singing us a little song.

If you pick 24, you’re totes going to regret it.

Totally down for this!

Oh pleeeease I will totes do this for y’all I’ll do them all just ask

Let’s go for another round of this

Do it!

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Frankly, I’m not even sure who to tag but it’s not like I care anyway; Do what ever you want, man… 



Winnipeg leads [Arizona] 4-1.. All I have to say is oh motherfucking shit. What a fucking game. Winnipeg playing their playing pre-season a bit sloppy only to come back for the regular season making strong amount of plays and we’re only in the end of the first period.. Blake Wheeler having 2 goals, Kane taking injury with knee on knee contact with Schiefele after avoiding a collision with an [Arizona] player, four penalties for Phoenix.. To be frank, I actually lost count; Shane Doan— former Winnipeg Jet in the 90’s and the rest of the ‘Yotes clearly frustrated, Mike Smith letting the puck slip between the post and right pad.. Clearly a game to catch.

[Edit; Freudian slip lel]

artinspire5:

the-hairy-heterophobe:

ablogforemily:

shamelesslyunladylike:

the-hairy-heterophobe:

if anybody asks me why i hate men, i’m just gonna redirect them to this post.

it’s pretty fucking obvious that men only want to invest in breast cancer research to further degrade, objectify, and jerk off to body parts they already feel 100% entitled to. that’s what is at stake for them. 

what about the women whose “tatas” weren’t saved? how must they feel being surrounded by awareness ads that focus more on keeping women’s sexy-sexy-titties-to-continue-titillating-the-males than saving real life human beings and helping survivors? 

If anyone’s wondering, those posts came from here. It’s a forum for breast cancer support. Give it a read, and you’ll see how many women are outright abandoned by their husbands, sometimes after being married for decades, because their “tatas” couldn’t be saved.

This culture of “save the tatas” even goes as far as the doctor’s offices themselves. Most doctors request that the husband be present during surgical consultations, as though he has an equal say in the patient-professional discussion.

If the woman is single, as was my case, doctors have actually recommended postponing surgery until she finds a relationship, because “it could be nearly impossible to find someone who accepts it [your unnatural tatas] in years to come”. 

I’m 15 months post-mastectomy, and the date I had this past week was the first time since then that a guy hadn’t reacted negatively to my scars. The relief was so overwhelming that I was fighting back tears. When I told him —essentially warning him that my body wasn’t what he must be expecting — I felt so guilty; it seemed to have the same weight and shame as telling someone I had some sort of an incurable STI or a felony record.

I shouldn’t have felt that way. I should not be ashamed of choosing to live. 

Thank you for your important commentary! I hope you find someone who can love you for who you are and admire your strength as a survivor.

You know humans are the only mammal to have breasts 24/7? This actually suggests, wait for it, their purpose is mainly for attracting a mate. Larger breasts indicate fertility and thus explaining why men find them so appealing. It’s only natural guys. Calm yourselves. We know we are not objects and most men know this too. You’d be pretty upset if you lost a boob, seriously why do people think that men are just trying to objectify us? We post pictures of attractive guys with abs and beards and say controversial things but no one bats an eye because this is our natural instinct. Beards indicate fertility as well? Suck it up ladies.

Thank you based jeesus, or parents for boobs and beards; which ever so you may believe in.

I could never use cell phones to call; always landlines if it had to be with a small margin of me actually using it— Let alone radios or walkie talkies. I remember when I was like, 14 or 15 that a few friends and I were talking and chilling in our old area and being little shits we were and then one of us has a set of walkie talkies cause why not. Anyway, this was a one time thing so no one really could have known we had them outside the 3 or 4 people including myself.
But after dicking around a bit we hear a faint noise through one of them. So me and ‘Charles’ let’s say, radio our other two friends on the otherside of the area complex, ” ‘Smith’, ‘Sarah’ did you say anything?” “No.. Did you?” “Nope. Meet us at my rooftop asap’

This shit we heard was getting louder and louder, but yet so inaudible.

Keep in mind this radio had 10 channels and no one else knew that we had the radios either. So the ‘Noise’ had to know what channel we were on to communicate with us. We then heard screams and shit like that. But everything else was so quiet from the other side of the radio. And faintly the next thing we heard was, ‘….Chris….’ So by that time I’d already shat my pants at the sound of that while everyone was looking at me shocked, we didn’t use our names as thats what people do on radios..

" Who is this " we asked, no response; noise still heard faintly.

After like 5 minutes of this noise, we heard more shit, and on top of that was in a gruff baritone sound, “tunnel. pond. five minutes”.

[bit of info, the rooftop is where my first ex and I always hung out alone, so only her and I were always there evenings, but then she left but I still stayed there. If I wasn’t home, and someone wanted to hang out and talkk, or even just sit with me in silence, I was on the roof. People came and met me there no matter what time it was in evening/early morning. But the Pond Tunnel was my own place; no one knows about it but myself.]
So everyone was fucking confused with me only knowing what it meant.

"Guys, whatever the fuck this is, it knows me and knows everything about me.. I have to go"

After a few minute debate we concluded the four of us decided to go together to the pond tunnel with me showing where my place was. So heading down highway (a block or two away) to the gas station with our radios in hand, we walk past the place to the pond behind. The tunnel is on the other side of the pond farthest from us. Its also away from the highway so no streetlights were near there and the noises kept getting louder.

"….Come here. [Friend 1]. [Friend 2]. Chris. [Friend 3]. I can. See you."

And because I never talk about my friends outside my circle, and if I have to, I’ll change their names. But shit, knowing whatever this was it knew our names, we all just NOPED out from behind the gas station and ran as fast as humanly possible back home to the park behind my place in a span of a minute, maybe quicker. Of course we fucked the radios and smashed them apart against the pavement when we were far from the tunnel. We sat there together. After all that. What seemed like forever. Complete silence. We haven’t talked about to this day. This being the first I say something about this. But holy fuck man. Still fucks with me today despite me trying not to think about it.

The Criminal Minds episode with Reid and Rylee Jenkins..

Damn, great episodes. Still trying to get all the details.

The Escapist

Strangest from fiction is the everlasting walls of this prison.
A man of skill, trapped within these four cranium bone walls.
So why don’t you pass over your tissues and collagen make up,
So I can mask away the hurt that constantly triggers me.
A sickness of sorts, my candle was blown out when I left,
When I left through the fuckin’ hidden and open door.

But oh terrible was the soft leather couch that remains
Embedded in my skin— A scar of sorts of which I hold no pride.
All remaining is the will to cut the candle short.
It’s not the cut that harms,
It’s the motive and the willpower of my own

It’s just so damn typical, psychologically divided.
She tells me to seek out the great Houdini
So I’ll laugh in her face,
And spit in the disgrace that is,
Of her god damn paper certificate.

Subconsciously there’s a place I belong assuming I’m correct,
Versace brand, peculiar places; I swear I been here before.
Corporatocracy resolves the problematic for the others.
But I know I’m not one of them. I know I’m not one of them.
So with the feignest hand I’ll grab what I can,
Comparing these rusted bars with my aging.

Solemn dance, you force me through by the pulls of my strings,
It’s a death from above of sorts— but still I lose sleep.
But drop your fire from the skies and down onto my head,
All with the paralytic paradise I once called bliss.
Father forgive me for escaping my prison.

It’s just so damn typical, sight of eye inclined.
She tells me to seek out the great Houdini,
So I’ll laugh in her face,
And tell her that I am the great Houdini
So god damn tell me what I’m to do now.


October 03 2014
C.S. Scott

Anonymous asked
In 10 words or less describe your most embarrassing moment?

Grade 8;

"Cockfights are chickens, not.. that."



"Ohhhh.. That’s what those are.."

artinspire5:

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princesseyesandlionhearts:

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I repost this story every time I see it. I grew up I a very small town where you could see the stars every night when you looked at the sky. It never occurred to me until I read this that, people in severely overpopulated cities almost never get to see the stars. Partly because of all the artificial light radiating from ground level



For mine and my boyfriends anniversary we took a drive outside the city to look at the stars. Someone actually had the nerve to say it wasn’t special.

In terms of pollution it’s sad to know that light pollution isn’t much an issue to anyone as much as say, industrial pollution being more brushed off. In grade 10 I’ve done an essay about this and how it dematerializes the beauty in nature its self which can be overwhelming and simply breath taking along with other striking key-points. This has since become something to me personally, as with my first girlfriend ( circa2006) I’d done everything for her, and that includes walking to her place and dropping her off each and every day, despite the long walks there and back for me twice a day and doing other little and big things for her. And considering she lived in the area bordering the city, the stars can get pretty bright despite a few street lights there. Simply beautiful. She lived near a blank and plain field that we’d always lay there and talk about the most mundane things for hours on end. It didn’t matter if we held hands or anything, we just lay there and talk. And to me that was the beautiful thing to me given the opportunity to become much closer than I could have normally been with out those moments.To this day being in rural Manitoba, I’ll sit up on my rooftop for hours on end completely alone with no one but myself, my thoughts, my coffee and cigarettes. And for that brief moment in time, it just feels as if all my problems and stresses seems just so much more less trivial and problematic in comparison to the terms of the beauty of the blank black palette that is the infinite sky painted beautifully speckled with the stars.Even though nowadays I’m alone, I know when I sit there on the rooftop I know I’m not completely alone with the beauty of this world and knowing how far I’ve made it in life accompanied by these lights so far away that keeps me here.And because I know the stars won’t leave. Ever.

artinspire5:

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princesseyesandlionhearts:

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I repost this story every time I see it. I grew up I a very small town where you could see the stars every night when you looked at the sky. It never occurred to me until I read this that, people in severely overpopulated cities almost never get to see the stars. Partly because of all the artificial light radiating from ground level

For mine and my boyfriends anniversary we took a drive outside the city to look at the stars. Someone actually had the nerve to say it wasn’t special.

In terms of pollution it’s sad to know that light pollution isn’t much an issue to anyone as much as say, industrial pollution being more brushed off. In grade 10 I’ve done an essay about this and how it dematerializes the beauty in nature its self which can be overwhelming and simply breath taking along with other striking key-points.
This has since become something to me personally, as with my first girlfriend ( circa2006) I’d done everything for her, and that includes walking to her place and dropping her off each and every day, despite the long walks there and back for me twice a day and doing other little and big things for her. And considering she lived in the area bordering the city, the stars can get pretty bright despite a few street lights there. Simply beautiful. She lived near a blank and plain field that we’d always lay there and talk about the most mundane things for hours on end. It didn’t matter if we held hands or anything, we just lay there and talk. And to me that was the beautiful thing to me given the opportunity to become much closer than I could have normally been with out those moments.
To this day being in rural Manitoba, I’ll sit up on my rooftop for hours on end completely alone with no one but myself, my thoughts, my coffee and cigarettes. And for that brief moment in time, it just feels as if all my problems and stresses seems just so much more less trivial and problematic in comparison to the terms of the beauty of the blank black palette that is the infinite sky painted beautifully speckled with the stars.

Even though nowadays I’m alone, I know when I sit there on the rooftop I know I’m not completely alone with the beauty of this world and knowing how far I’ve made it in life accompanied by these lights so far away that keeps me here.

And because I know the stars won’t leave. Ever.

Missed the 2nd period. Cause the closest store still doesnt have drinks so that was another 5kms walk to my uncles store. 1 goal each for Schiefele for the Jets and another for the Flames. But in the 3rd the flames score 2 goals within 40 seconds for the flames making it 3-1 Calgary. Shots are 7-0 for the flames with them having a power play ending atm for the third. Sloppy period for both teams but meh. ‘m tired, bit I stay in my chair until 60th minutes of play til the end.