December 2010
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"We have been pleased to watch Sage grow and...
Jesus Christ. I’m sure they describe the males who make inappropriate comments about my hair colour/sexuality/virginity/past relationships/drinking habits ”well respected” as well. You complete five years of secondary schooling and at the end they still know nothing about you.
http://misssubmisss.tumblr.com/post/2198236149/swee... →
sweetsurrenders:
“It’s genius, really. Shame women into being chaste and tell them that all they have to do to be ‘good’ is not to have sex. For women especially, virginity has become the easy answer — the morality quick fix. You can be vapid, stupid, and unethical, but so long as you’ve never had sex, you’re a ‘good’ (i.e., moral) girl and therefore worthy of praise… However, equating this...
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Kaitlin: yeahh. you better now sickie buba?
Sage: yeah it was just a morning thing. it wore off after lunch
Sage: PREGNANT
Kaitlin: fucking babies, just trying to, get all up inside you
Sage: they're not trying to do anything!
Kaitlin: yeah they are! they're trying to fucking live without permission inside you
Sage: bastards
Kaitlin: they don't even pay rent.
Sage: babies are cunts
Kaitlin: exactly.
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People underestimate the value of nice eyebrows.
loubluebird asked: I am going down to Otago - away from home! What about you?
send me (1) message telling me your honest opinon...
theghostwiththemost-babe:
or send me pizza whatevz
either’s fine
Went Christmas shopping today. Convinced my mother to buy me a beautiful one-off dress that fits me perfectly. I’m still in awe of it and I’m pretty certain that it’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever owned. It’s going under the tree, though. Can’t wait to show you guys!
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ask/tell me anything. please. I am so bored. →
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“In the afterlife you relive all your experiences, but this time with the events...”
– Sum, David Eagleman (via bowsandbrogues)
ask? →
Jack Kerouac.
tiffanyhoran:
‘The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.’