September 2011
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I want a tattoo. I want LOTS of tattoos. I want to be covered in them. Illustrated woman am I. I want tons of them, swirling all over my horrible body.
But i’m not going to get any. The flesh is failing and decorating it seems so insanely superfluous now. Maybe that’s just what I need though.
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August 2011
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Why did I start a tumblr…I’m going to end up unfollowing everyone, I swear to Roth. I am INTOLERANT of INTOLERANCE. I will not work on this, and I’m not sorry. I will not laugh and let racist jokes slide. I will not sit by while you mock and make fun of my rights as a woman. I will not agree with your uninformed opinion on abortion. Don’t like gay people? I don’t like...
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KNOW CHECKS
So today, coming back from the coast, I encountered some amazing dumb. First being the “SWEETCRON” sign. Which, okay..they messed up a letter on the sign. The amazing part being that there were THREE signs. All double sided, ALL of them with corn spelled CRON. This became a running joke. We even stopped and got some cron from them.
Later we stop at a little mini mart. There is a sign...
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“I drowned my sorrows, and those bastards learned how to swim.”
– -Frida Kahlo (via konclusion)
Later on I made friends with them and we went skinny dipping.
- Munchflower
