I have some extra money after selling that FPSF ticket, and I really want to use it to get a new tattoo. But I can’t really figure out what I want. I’ve wanted a floral piece on my left side for a really long time, but I don’t have enough money for what I want (floral piece starting at my left…
1. You have no idea how much I wish I could’ve come and gone to FPSF with you.
2. I am ready for my next one too. It’s a toss up: mine are probably all gonna be words too, at least till I have money to get some real art, but I still want More Adventurous across the top of my back (heh, we’ll be tattoo twins) and one down my left arm, to cover up scars. It’s probably gonna be Vonnegut’s “everything was beautiful and nothing hurt” which is appropriately morose for me. It was gonna be Warren Zevon, for my dad, but I don’t think I am ready for that one yet.
3. There is nothing wrong with getting more words, dude. You and me, we’re Word People. Get whatever you want. :)
I wish you could have too! But hey, there will be more awesome concerts in this world. Also, I would love to be tattoo twins!
And SO it begins AGAIN. Follow me on my journey as I battle cancer a second time. #MoreToFollow
This makes me legitimately sad. :(
Partially because it triggers all the memories of Megan’s diagnosis and journey and death, but also because he’s the best designer from PR ever…I want him to be my friend.
If only all men were like this.
If men were all like this the world population rate would be so slow
There are guys like this you’re just too busy putting them in the fucking friend zone to see that
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Oh hell no you better listen the fuck up dickwads
I was about to go to sleep and then this bullshit showed up on my dash and you have all earned yourselves fedoras so sit down, shut up, and educate your stupid asses.
“Putting them in the friendzone”? I’m sorry did you mean “I was nice to a girl and I cared about her and I’m bitter because she didn’t want me back?” Or was it “I believe that if I love another person they’re a bitch for just wanting to be friends.” Perhaps it was “I treated her (or pretended to, rather) like a person instead of a sexual object and now she’s not being a sexual object for me like I deserve.” No, wait, it’s “friendship with a girl makes me angry because I’m a self-entitled shithead who feels like if I want to be with a girl she has to accept that regardless of her feelings or else she’s a total bitch.”
The friendzone is the concept that a girl wanting to be your friend is somehow this inherently awful thing. Like, wow, did it occur to you that she thought you were, I dunno, FRIENDS? Did it occur to you that maybe she doesn’t feel romantically towards you but she still wants you to be part of her life because she thinks you’re a great person? I mean, if this is your reaction you’re wrong, because if you think friendzoning is a thing then clearly you’re a fucktrumpet but that’s beside the point.
Women are not machines you put niceness coins into until sex comes out. There are no punchcards to fill out to get to sex that you are apparently entitled to.
There is no friendzone, there are only people who don’t know how to behave like they’re not five-year-olds who don’t know how to take “no” for an answer.
Now I’m going to sleep. Disrespectful misogynistic asswagons.
Wow. Fucktrumpet, Asswagons? You are amazing at swearing. Like seriously amazing.
Women are not machines you put niceness coins into until sex comes out.
HOLY FUCK I LOVE YOUeveryone better read that long amazing comment!!!!!!!
REBLOGGING FOR THE COMMENT. Also, there is nothing wrong with casual consensual sex. This goes for both men and women. You don’t have to love the person you’re sleeping with in order to sleep with them. Sex is intimate but it’s not always romantic. Nobody is a slut or a whore for just casually sleeping with someone. Safety and consent are mandatory; love is not.
Love this movie, love these lines, and love JGL.
I’m pretty sure I have this thought at least once a week.
Ugh, four horsemen shots are evil (Jose, Jack, Jim, and Johnnie Walker). So was whatever the shots were that the guys from Muse were buying us at Dirt that night. It was something with Rumple Minze (peppermint schnapps) if I remember correctly? There was a LOT of alcohol consumed that night though, so I may not be remember correctly.
I like ordering/taking red-headed slut shots, because it amuses me way more than it should. The oatmeal cookie shot listed above sounds pretty good too!
I have some extra money after selling that FPSF ticket, and I really want to use it to get a new tattoo. But I can’t really figure out what I want. I’ve wanted a floral piece on my left side for a really long time, but I don’t have enough money for what I want (floral piece starting at my left shoulder blade and wrapping around my ribs to my left hip bone). I also have wanted “more adventurous” (from the Rilo Kiley song) at my collarbone, but the two tattoos I currently have are words. Do I really want more words tattooed on me before getting something else?
I definitely want a tattoo in memory of Megan, but I can’t figure out what exactly. I’ve thought about an anchor since she had an anchor tattoo and often wore an anchor necklace. I’ve also thought about something with paisley—she wanted a paisley print half sleeve. I don’t really know what to get. I just know that I need a tattoo in memory of her. She was my best friend, and I miss her so fucking much.
I want a pretty tattoo. The two I have are meaningful, now I want something pretty.