November 2012
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So this Thanksgiving I guess I’ll be giving thanks for the fact that I can stuff myself fat with carcinogenic artificial food, and lick my sugar glazed fingers raw, until the effort it takes to move from the table to the couch becomes an olympic feat.
Meanwhile, a child the size of my turkey will curl up into the smallest possible form of itself and shove the last bit of their food...
October 2012
4 posts
September 2012
28 posts
when people seriously compliment me it’s like wow are you being for real like god bless you and your family and I hope all your dreams come true amen
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August 2012
27 posts
“Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time....”
– Dreams for an Insomniac (via 69thstreet)
