February 2012
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A Gordon Ramsay poem
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Congealed blood? I just don’t feel it. What is that? Oh My God. That is ghastly. Ghastly. Tragic.
“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via serialstranger)
“And I just find it a bit upsetting and kind of insulting that I can’t have any...”
– M.I.A. (via freefiona)
“In August of 1990 I found myself laying on my stomach in the woods with a pair...”
– Kathleen Hanna, Our Hit Parade (via wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow)
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“Rape culture is a culture in which people who have survived a violent crime are...”
– (via wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow)
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Vaginas kick ass, okay? Okay.
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Write a rant about rape jokes:
few hours later see a FB friend post a rape joke.
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Conversations in Real Life:
Me: Hey, wanna come hang out?
Moron: Oh I'm so sick, bring me soup, I'll pay for your sitter.
Me: Yeah, can't get a sitter today, but i'll come pick you up!
Moron: I don't want to get your kids sick, my fever is 102.blah blah blah
Me: Have you seen a doctor?
Moron: No.
Me: Well, sorry we haven't hung out but seems like you're making excuses not to see me when I'm available kind of a lot lately.
Moron: I AM SO SICK I CAN BARELY WALK. CUT ME SOME SLACK (this has been going on for like a week)
Me: So, why haven't you seen a doctor?
Moron: Because it costs too much.
Me: BITCH SO DOES MY DATA PLAN! text me when you get your big kid pants back on, mkay?
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