Jul 22


My best friend has been writing really good fanfic for over ten years (if you’ve been around long enough you may know her as missbeizy) and today Interlude Press, a new publishing company that publishes original works from fandom authors, released her first book.  It’s called Bleeding Heart, and if you’re into cute dudes boning and/or falling in love, you should check it out.  Here are some links:




me, texting Skim first thing in the morning: “I accidentally pulled my piercing out again and it was so hard to get back in”
Skim, an hour later: “oh no”
Skim: “how many tumblr posts have you made about it”
me: “Two lol.”

Jul 22









Lemon is someone out  theres favorite.

thats the most uplifting thing ive read all day

I literally prefer lemon to strawberry.

But then my first crush was John Malkovich, so.

I love lemon and my first crush was Kermit the Frog.

Jul 22

Also it’s a corkscrew post and I couldn’t find the right angle to push it back in, and it was like a buddy cop movie where one partner gets shot, I was in there going “NO NOT AFTER ALL WE’VE BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER”

Jul 22

I guess it’s a good thing that my piercing no longer hurts when I accidentally pull on it, but all that means is I keep accidentally pulling it out, and IT STILL FUCKIN HURTS GOING BACK IN.

Jul 20
There was a debate going on about what was the song of the summer.

Angel said it was the big crossover reggaeton hit with Daddy Yankee; I didn’t know the name was “Oye Mi Canto,” but we could all sing the refrain:

Boricua, Morena, Dominicano, Colombiano,
Boricua, Morena, Cubano, Mexicano
Oye Mi Canto

Bonnie snorted. “Y’all are crazy,” she said. “It’s Fat Joe!”

We all replied, “Lean Back,” and dropped one shoulder back in smooth unison.

Kenyatta said, “Well, I don’t like her, but that song by Christina Milian — ‘Pop, Pop, Pop That Thang’? That song is blowing up.”


Pom-Pom spoke up. “I don’t know where you think y’all are at, but there’s just one song this summer. And that’s ‘Locked Up.’ Look around you! End of discussion.”

We had to admit, she was dead on. All summer long, anywhere there was a radio playing, you could hear the almost eerie, plaintive voice of Akon, a Senegalese rapper, singing about prison.

Can’t wait to get out and move forward with my life,
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right,
But instead I’m here locked up.

Even if the song had not been a huge hit on the outs, it had to be the guiding anthem in a place like the Camp; you heard women who weren’t even hip-hop fans humming it tunelessly under their breath as they folded laundry: “‘I’m locked up, they won’t let me out, nooooo, they won’t let me out. I’m locked up.’”

Piper Kerman, Orange is the New Black: My Year in a Women’s Prison (2010)

(via screwrocknroll)

What’d she get put in jail for, being a shitty writer?

Jul 20

I need someone to follow me around and tell me, every hour on the hour, “Short bangs are so much maintenance, plus you want to grow them out all the way and have Adele Exarchopoulos hair, stop thinking about cutting them.”

Jul 18

I am celebrating today by:

- going to therapy
- wearing multiple scarves from my belt loops
- eating lots of vegetables
- sitting in the sun and reading a book
- not bringing my phone with me
- going to a barbecue
- hanging out with two little girls and a baby
- eating fruit slice candies right before bed

Jul 17

Pro adulting tip: There’s always an extra maxi pad in your underwear drawer.  What, there isn’t?  Go put one in there now.  Now there is.

Jul 17

You know what, I am also celebrating today by going through my underwear drawer and getting rid of all the ones with giant holes in them