iwhaleyou:

idontcareaboutyourblog:

One of the best visual representations of the double standards subjected to all women on a daily basis. Reconsider the next time you toss about the words in column 3.

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I joined Pinterest last night…I dunno what the fuck I’m doing… Still nothing about that job.  Over it.  Can we talk about one of my pet peeves for a hot minute?  Why does everyone that lives within a 50-mile radius of Boston say they’re FROM Boston?  I mean, I get it…Boston is a special city…not just for MA natives, but for all New Englanders.  When you wanna go for a day or night out in the city, Boston is the place to be.  It’s a small city, comparatively, but it’s full of history and culture and spirit and life!  I love Boston.  I spent a lot of time in and around the city as a child.  My dad grew up in Cambridge and Arlington, and naturally we had a lot of family living in the surrounding suburbs.  Despite the amount of time I spent there, I never considered myself “from Boston.”  I grew up in the suburbs of Southern NH, ya know…like most of you schmucks.  Sure, both of my parents have pretty strong “Boston Accents,” but I have a pretty neutral way of speaking (though there are certain words that come out kinda funny…and sometimes when I’m drinking a full-on Boston Accent will make an appearance).  Even still, I will not pretend I am part of such a unique culture that only people REALLY from Boston truly understand.  I know Boston is cool, and it’s cool to be from Boston…which is why so many people make this claim (I’m assuming).  I know it sucks being from a small town no one has ever heard of, but really you’re no more a Bostonian than you are a New Yorker, or Chicagoan, or a Los Angeleno/a (I had to Google this last one…apparently this is the legit term for LA peeps).  Plus, it’s bad-ass enough being from New England (in my opinion).  Embrace your “East Bumfuck,” CT/MA/ME/NH/VT roots.  Support Boston sports teams, if that’s your thing.  Enjoy that fact that you’re a relatively quick drive away to a fantastic city.  But, please…take your forced Boston Accent, your feigned knowledge of the Red Sox, and your overly-dramatic dialogues about anything and everything that happens in Boston (good or bad) and shove it.  Stop being a phony just to get attention.  It’s annoying.  Just saying.

I joined Pinterest last night…I dunno what the fuck I’m doing…

Still nothing about that job.  Over it. 

Can we talk about one of my pet peeves for a hot minute?  Why does everyone that lives within a 50-mile radius of Boston say they’re FROM Boston?  I mean, I get it…Boston is a special city…not just for MA natives, but for all New Englanders.  When you wanna go for a day or night out in the city, Boston is the place to be.  It’s a small city, comparatively, but it’s full of history and culture and spirit and life!  I love Boston.  I spent a lot of time in and around the city as a child.  My dad grew up in Cambridge and Arlington, and naturally we had a lot of family living in the surrounding suburbs.  Despite the amount of time I spent there, I never considered myself “from Boston.”  I grew up in the suburbs of Southern NH, ya know…like most of you schmucks.  Sure, both of my parents have pretty strong “Boston Accents,” but I have a pretty neutral way of speaking (though there are certain words that come out kinda funny…and sometimes when I’m drinking a full-on Boston Accent will make an appearance).  Even still, I will not pretend I am part of such a unique culture that only people REALLY from Boston truly understand.  I know Boston is cool, and it’s cool to be from Boston…which is why so many people make this claim (I’m assuming).  I know it sucks being from a small town no one has ever heard of, but really you’re no more a Bostonian than you are a New Yorker, or Chicagoan, or a Los Angeleno/a (I had to Google this last one…apparently this is the legit term for LA peeps).  Plus, it’s bad-ass enough being from New England (in my opinion).  Embrace your “East Bumfuck,” CT/MA/ME/NH/VT roots.  Support Boston sports teams, if that’s your thing.  Enjoy that fact that you’re a relatively quick drive away to a fantastic city.  But, please…take your forced Boston Accent, your feigned knowledge of the Red Sox, and your overly-dramatic dialogues about anything and everything that happens in Boston (good or bad) and shove it.  Stop being a phony just to get attention.  It’s annoying.  Just saying.

“There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.”
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In 1967, Kathrine Switzer was the first woman to enter and complete the Boston Marathon as a numbered entry. She registered under the gender-neutral name of “K.V. Switzer”. After realizing that a woman was running, race organizer Jock Semple went after Switzer shouting, “Get the hell out of my race and give me those numbers.” however, Switzer’s boyfriend and other male runners provided a protective shield during the entire Marathon. These photographs taken of the incident made world headlines.
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herpmydong:

ultraw4nk:

aragaki-ayase:

why is there a fucking tomato in the train

because its the subway

fuck you


This amuses me in ways I can’t comprehend/explain…
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Nice weather is here to stay. I’m wearing shorts this summer, and skirts, and maybe even a dress here and there. Damn the evil voice in my head. I’ll be damned if I have to spend another summer sweating my bollocks off because a small part of me thinks I’m too fat to expose more skin. I’ve worn leggings as pants like 4 times in less than 2 weeks…and nothing bad happened. So, I’m using this as a sign that the only person who actually gives a shite about my fatness is me. So fuggit, I’m gonna have a comfortable summer, dammit! Hurry up payday, mama needs to get shoppin’!

Nice weather is here to stay.
I’m wearing shorts this summer, and skirts, and maybe even a dress here and there. Damn the evil voice in my head. I’ll be damned if I have to spend another summer sweating my bollocks off because a small part of me thinks I’m too fat to expose more skin.
I’ve worn leggings as pants like 4 times in less than 2 weeks…and nothing bad happened. So, I’m using this as a sign that the only person who actually gives a shite about my fatness is me. So fuggit, I’m gonna have a comfortable summer, dammit!
Hurry up payday, mama needs to get shoppin’!

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