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worldinasieve · 9 years
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Made a casual $29,900 profit today. Real estate is where it's at. Patience pays.
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An Ode to the Ghosts
"We accept the love we think we deserve." Every time I'm romantically involved with someone this quote screams through my brain each time my significant other makes me feel any type of way. For so long I would try to shut this adage out of my head because it made me realize how obviously little I thought of myself. I tolerated misery no one should have to deal with. Today, he told me "I love you" for the first time; instead of trying to supress that quote which has haunted me every time I am supposedly loved by someone, I wanted it tattooed over every square inch of my body. Finally being able to love someone whom before I would never think I deserved made me appreciate every tear, breakdown, and moment of self-doubt I was subjected to before. Through those assaults on the heart and brain I finally acknowledged I didn't deserve the pain I was accepting, but someone who could love me with every ounce of passion and fervor I gave out. Now that I am getting it, instead of doubting its authenticity, these ghosts of relationships past reaffirm that I deserve nothing less, and as much as their cruelty made me want to push this budding romance away, it was them who taught me I deserve to let him in. It's a lot easier to walk away from the past when you are not being promised, but SHOWN, a limitless future. Yes, I deserve this.
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Great beach day with a great guy. Worth the 7th degree sunburn I'm now nursing.
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Falling. Hard. It's that face-hurts-from-can't-stop-smiling feeling I forgot all about. Too happy.
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Whenever I’m adamant about not wanting a relationship is when I end up in a relationship. 
This whole dating someone who acts as excited about dating me as I am them is a foreign concept.  I aint mad. 
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...First date and you take me to the setting of a Stephen King novel? Thanks but no thanks. So bad you don't even get points for trying.
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Thrillophilia, an online marketplace for tours and activities, compiled a list of countries, cities, and destinations that many of us may have been say incorrectly all along. Each graphic features a side-by-side comparison of the common, incorrect pronunciation juxtaposed with how the locals say it.
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I'd never use one on my own bed but these are still cool as hell.
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Billie Holiday was performing in a Manhattan club in 1943, and between sets she took a seat at a table and ordered her usual Top and Bottom (a mixture of gin and port wine). Two white sailors from the South, on leave in the Big Apple, approached her, wanting to know where a “darkie” got off wearing a mink coat. When Lady told them to get lost they snuffed out their cigarettes in her mink. Without pause, Holiday told them to meet her outside, if they had any balls. At which point Holiday proceeded to beat them both unconscious with her fists. It was a bad idea to mess with Lady Day.
Rich English on the toughness of Billie Holiday (via sinatrra)
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A little late, but my first #tummytuesday. Going to start posting each week to monitor progress throughout 2015.
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I needed new friends at work, so I made some.
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Had a much needed night out with old friends and a new fever blister last night.
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We accept the booty we think we deserve.
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Old clock tower that has been converted into a penthouse apartment.
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worldinasieve · 9 years
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The Hyper-complexity of Fractionalized Homosexual Competing Identities, aka: What Kind of Fatty Am I?
The pressing question of our time: at what point does a cub become a chub? And I realize these two classifications do not necessarily represent a linear progression, and the relationship between the two is neither mutually exclusive nor universally agreed upon.
Where do I fall? Can I be a cub if I can’t grow facial hair? And why is the gay community so fractionalized and identity-centric? Name any woodland creature and I guarantee you there is some dude-who-likes-dudes proudly hashtagging his heart out because he finally found acceptance in a group branding itself based on an all-too-literal spirit animal.
Mixed-race Afro-Caucasians with Mohawks and sweat fetishes: I give you the skunk.
Short guys with potbellies and an affinity for spiked hair: wave that #porcupine flag, honey.
I’m sure in some dark corner of the Internet you can find a chat room populated by anorexic guys way too liberal with their usage of baby oil encouraging the habits of fellow “salamanders”.
Really though, when did it become too simple to just be a gay? And it’s a fact that there are only two types of lesbians: ugly girls with cats, and uglier girls with Great Danes.
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New hair, same sleepy eyes.
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