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Because I can’t rant on Facebook anymore…

This girl at work really fucking pisses me off…she does everything to annoy the shit out of me…she goes out for a bunch of smoke and “call” breaks all the time…she asks if its ok and when I say no she goes out anyway, and at the most inopportune moments. She rarely helps the customers and all she does is play on her phone and write down recipes in a book that she hasn’t even tried. I am allowed to do my homework, and she turns her back to the customers so I have no choice but to stop every five seconds take them. Im just sick of actually doing my job and having to be with someone who does nothing but tell everyone else everything that is said to her. She asked to be friends on Facebook and I pretended to keep forgetting…she searched a couple times just to find me and added me. At this point I couldn’t say no cuz I’m on Facebook quite often. But now….SHE FUCKING LIKES AND COMMENTS ON EVERYTHING I POST…NO MATTER WHAT IT IS….it is so frustrating and annoying to have her bugging the shit out of me at work and now on the internet. It fucking sucks.

moonfall-requiem:

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A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.

Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.

Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.

'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via queenofeden)

(Source: theappleppielifestyle)

foreverwholocked:

the-coreys-are-all-that:

theevolutionofnerdy:

I fucking hate beliebers. The fact that these people are willing to support him even if he was a child rapist is sickening. So what would really happen if Justin did commit a rape on let’s say, a 5 year old girl? Will they will cheer him on? Give him a pat on the back and say: "Woooo! You go Justin! Rape harder!!"?The little girl will be totally disregarded, forgotten, and not given any justice. Beliebers will look at the little girl as just an object, a liability, and the victim blaming will be astronomical. But not to worry! Rape is totally okay because he’s Justin Bieber! He can drive drunk and kill innocent people because he’s Justin Bieber! Those people deserved to be killed because they got in Justin’s way! Justin has the right to rape, pillage, and destroy anything and anyone because he’s JUSTIN BIEBER. This has to stop! If there’s any group that needs to be disbanded, it’s the beliebers. These people are not human, they are mindless, gullible, robotic sheep that will support Justin “to the end” no matter what he does. That’s NOT what being a fan is about. Fans will recognize a celebrity’s mistakes and will let them sort themselves out, and will NOT SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGE HIM INTO THINKING HE DID NOTHING WRONG WHEN HE CLEARLY DID. He already made it clear that he doesn’t give two fucks about what he did, he has shown NO remorse, NO regret, and NO emotion about the consequences! Beliebers are not human, and neither is Justin. 

is this actually real? this can’t be real.

Can I just give you a hand….or an award.

I was discussing with my friends about how Justin said ‘rape happens for a reason’, and one of my friends, who is a Belieber said:

'But it wouldn't be rape if it was Justin, because you'd enjoy it!'

And literally the whole room fell silent, but she honestly couldn’t understand what she had said wrong.

(Source: wolftendragon)

itsnotflirting:

man more people need to join the fucking bedroom fandom

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i mean look at this shit. 

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it’s bunk beds and a little desk. 

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a motherfucking aquarium!

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shit it’s like noah’s ark in the fucking ceiling

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look how modern this shit is

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it’s like three rooms in one

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you could get a boat and sing fucking phantom of the opera and then just climb in bed.

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I will man this damn fandom by myself if I have too

(Source: spookycaptainharkness)

winxhesters:

potato-tots:

secretlifeofageekygirl:

hugstyles:

why couldn’t i be born with an older brother who is my best friend and has hot friends that flirt with me and drives me places like mcdonalds when im sad and punches rude boys in the face for me.

My brother once sat on me and farted until I passed out

my brother duct taped me to a treadmill and turned it to the highest setting once

when I was four my brother locked me in a ferret cage for an hour on Christmas Eve

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