i have two moods:
1. everybody get the fuck away from me
2. someone come over and cuddle and watch movies with me
there is no in between
"do you ever wear anything that isn’t black"
"yeah, once a year"
Im eating food intentionally slowly outside the grocery coop, as someone has the same bike as me but with integrated shifters rather than barend shifters, and i want to find out whos bike it is and chat with them about it. I am a #bikecreep
The other day, I rage-posted some insulting backlash tweets I received after hashtagging “YesAllWomen.” I imagine this is happening to most women engaging in this conversation, and it’s mostly just trolls out there, so who gives a shit REALLY, but it still, you know, hurts to know there is so much…
it sucks but its true… it is so GOD DAMN HARD to ride back from capitol hill to my house without thinking about dope