I like pretty things, vintage things, political things, animated things, British things, flippy things, fiendiesh thingies and things that are funny, interesting, speak the truth, or simply manage to catch my very short attention span.
Hope you like some of these things too. :)
Warning: There will be rambling, incoherent tags and gratuitous gifs. If I could I would communicate only in gifs.
you know what’s getting old?
being constantly, patronizingly lectured to in lengthy paragraphs by tumblr users on issues I could either research more myself with more credible sources or already understand
I’m all for pedantically explaining things and debating issues, if we could just maybe be less bitchy and lengthy about it
So my mom has her final chemo treatment on Monday, and we decided to do a little something to celebrate!
yay congrats to Faith, my protege in sarcasm and fangirling (and de facto little sister), for getting accepted into nursing school!
I’m so proud
irony is working as a nanny for someone employed by Blue Cross, their child making me sick, and still not being able to afford health insurance/trip to the doctor
laptop charger burned itself up
computer slowly losing life
down to 8%
goodbye I loved you all
um okay so my mom just sent me this picture that she found of me as a child and can I just
um okay so my mom just sent me this picture that she found of me as a child and can I just
that weird tumblr limbo thing where like
someone makes a text post about something bad or sad that happened and it’s not life-altering or super terrible but you still don’t want to ‘like’ it for fear that they’ll think you liked that something bad happened to them but you don’t know them well enough to send a comforting message or it’s not that big of a deal
but you want them to know someone read and acknowledged their shitty day and not make it worse by getting no notes on their text post
idk to like or not, it’s a dilemma
okay this has legit been in my inbox for months
I occasionally scroll by it while looking/deleting old messages
I still don’t have a clue in the world
The year was 1990. It was Christmas time in Tennessee. There was no snow and my five year old life revolved around the Little Mermaid and the accumulation of Lisa Frank stickers. Assorted family members had made the trek from Missouri to gather at my house for present-unwrapping, scrabble playing and general family drama making. My mother managed to tear my attention away from putting brand new stickers on my brand new pink bicycle (with tassles!) long enough to point out a very bald, nearly one-year-old baby and tell me “That’s your new cousin Rachel! Yes, she’s a girl!”
I’m sure I was impressed
I like how instead of just being thankful tumblr is back and grateful to the staff for fixing the problems whenever it has one it’s snafus everyone just cusses the fuck out of the fucking bitch ass tumblr staff for being a bunch of fuck-up shithead assholes like belligerent crackheads being denied the good shit
I’m pretty sure they don’t do it on purpose but we need to focus our rage at someone - they can’t take away our medicine like that, damnit
I wanted to steal one of these SO BADLY. If only a certain cousin had not backed out of his offer to help me lift one.
From his first Christmas, when he was a puppy awww.
One of these days I’m going to get properly motivated and dress him up in ridiculous outfits and do photosets of him b/c why else would you own a Corgi
