Just a really nice mean girl with a bunch of nothing to say...
I had tilapia for dinner last night so that also means I had it for lunch today. Tilapia is the rice cake of fish. Kind of just tastes like whatever you put on it and when you’re done eating it you cry.
For over 13 years now, the closest that I’ve been to actually touching a man other than my husband is when I’m in line at Taco Bell and a dude tries to grab my order number off the counter. Thinking about that is like thinking about space.
I’d like to say its flattering to have my face reblogged onto a place with twat spreads and bouncing titty gifs. But I can’t. I mean, if I post something I expect that its just up for grabs… but that makes no sense to me. It does however explain the sudden surge in fatty porn tumblrs following me. You’re gonna get bored really fast. And fetishizing someone isn’t flattering at all. Unless its your mom.
I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing for you.
Margaret Atwood (via coolstoryfuckface)
Seems smarter to just order a pizza
i love getting kissed on the forehead so much it’s like they’re saying “hey i’m gonna show you affection but i’m not trying to get anything out of this, i just want you to feel happy”
My triceps hurt.
Sometimes I get really sad that peanut butter has so many calories in it. And then I eat a spoonful anyway.
One of the most unrealistic things in any fantasy that I have, is that my makeup never gets messed up and my hair doesn’t get flat and sweaty. i blame society (tumblr) for this unrealistic expectation.
The other unrealistic thing is that I am there.
I do not want to go to work tomorrow.. But that’s what I get for not being a trophy wife and just being a participation ribbon.