theappianway asked: that is the biggest bullshit answer ever lol
It was the truth!
theappianway asked: 21
Law & Order. Haha.
There’s nothing more I need to ask for. <3
Anonymous asked: 11, 26, 27, 28.
I don’t have many confessions, anon. I live my life out in the open, no secrets. And if I did have any, I’m sure they’re already posted on my tumblr. :)
I hate so so many things. Teen parents who put drinking and partying before their children. People who don’t speak up for themselves. Having writers block. Many many things.
I’m annoyed by the things I hate, obviously. Oh, and by people who are too afraid to be themselves…so they be an anon.
:)
(Source: amorecheiro, via passagetobangcock)
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I don’t have much to complain about. I might as well be living the good life. I have a wonderful, fantastic boyfriend, who isn’t controlling and can actually hold a job. I have a house in South Carolina close to the beach. I have a wonderful best friend, and after weeding out all the low-lifes and losers I have a great group of friends back home. A loving and supportive family. A job I enjoy, that’s not saying I don’t complain about getting up at 7 am most mornings, but I love it none the less. But tell me how the shittiest, most worthless, horrid man I have ever crossed paths with has the one thing I don’t. Let me correct myself first, he’s a boy. A BOY! My shitface ex-husband gets a baby and a marriage. A happy fucking little family. I’m not so concerned about the marriage part as I am the baby part. I should probably start by informing you that he is the person who look my baby away from me. The BOY who told me, and I quote “Either you get the abortion, or i’ll kill you instead.” Seems like the type of person who needs a baby, right? Totally. I will admit though that not keeping Satan’s spawn was a wise choice in the end. I’ve had a lot of fun, opportunities, and adventures I could have never had with a child. Besides I was all of eighteen years old. Now that i’m a little older and happy and thinking about being ready, I can’t do it. My body doesn’t want to make babies anymore. So thank you Jesus, Stork, and whoever else is supposed to give out babies for only dropping them off on the doors of assholes and teenage girls. I hate you. I’m done. I’m not bitching anymore. I’m going back to my happy little life, baby-less. But first I’d like to give out a big fuck you to my ex-husband and his little piss-ass family. I hope you rot in hell and your wife enjoys getting beaten by her new husband. Oh, and if any of you see Adam Sheppard around tell him Brittany says fuck you fuckface. Seeeeyuh! :)
My new cruiser.
Home.
feelings and knowledge. feelings and knowledge. feelings and knowledge.
(Source: slapdashing, via traumahead)
