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I just like the gay troll fairy, that’s all. Don’t judge me.

So are you dressed as a geisha or an ugly slut in bathrobe with horrible makeup? I can’t tell because geisha doesn’t look anything like that and that isn’t even a kimono.

Sarcasm

Sarcasm

first-taste:

healingsakina:

mendmyheart:

If T called me at 3AM to do this, I would raise hell, so NO not every girl dreams of this, I like my sleep. Thanks.

yah, really… sometimes that’s called “stalking”. other times it’s just plain uncomfortable drunken stupidity that we “girls” don’t dream of or want to deal with, thank you very much.

Someone called me at 3 AM, and whoever they are, they are going to get it….once I find them. Doesn’t matter who you are, my boyfriend, my mother, my grandmother, the Queen…nobody calls me at 3 AM. 
Unless, of course, as my boyfriend just asked me something like, ‘What if you were asked to be the foreign diplomat of books’ or some other gobbledygook. Perhaps then yes. Or if you were Doctor Who. Doctor Who you can call me anytime.
Everyone else, I will come kill you while you sleep. Because waking me up while I sleep is not nice, and I always keep the ringer on, in case of emergencies. 

3AM? Someone better be dead or about to die.
Oh, fuck it. Cut it with what you know about a girl or a guy. To hell with your girl’s or guy’s dream. Someone who says something like this know nothing about relationship. Each male and female are different. “Every girls” my arse, don’t act like you know everything about a gender.

first-taste:

healingsakina:

mendmyheart:

If T called me at 3AM to do this, I would raise hell, so NO not every girl dreams of this, I like my sleep. Thanks.

yah, really… sometimes that’s called “stalking”. other times it’s just plain uncomfortable drunken stupidity that we “girls” don’t dream of or want to deal with, thank you very much.

Someone called me at 3 AM, and whoever they are, they are going to get it….once I find them. Doesn’t matter who you are, my boyfriend, my mother, my grandmother, the Queen…nobody calls me at 3 AM. 

Unless, of course, as my boyfriend just asked me something like, ‘What if you were asked to be the foreign diplomat of books’ or some other gobbledygook. Perhaps then yes. Or if you were Doctor Who. Doctor Who you can call me anytime.

Everyone else, I will come kill you while you sleep. Because waking me up while I sleep is not nice, and I always keep the ringer on, in case of emergencies. 

3AM? Someone better be dead or about to die.

Oh, fuck it. Cut it with what you know about a girl or a guy. To hell with your girl’s or guy’s dream. Someone who says something like this know nothing about relationship. Each male and female are different. “Every girls” my arse, don’t act like you know everything about a gender.

(via espritfollet)

Galatians 6:17 VS Leviticus 19:28
He even spelt “Galatians” wrong. ಠ_ಠ
(reddit)

Galatians 6:17 VS Leviticus 19:28

He even spelt “Galatians” wrong. ಠ_ಠ

(reddit)

Last Night I Kind of Lost My Shit

It’s the late show on a Saturday night in Columbus, Ohio. I’m halfway through my set and I mention Barack Obama. Some scattered boos. Which is normal. Somebody always hates the president, no matter who that president might be. In this case, the president is Obama and I am a fan, so I always ask they are so mad at him.

“Why are you mad at the president?”

Some common responses:

“Because he’s an idiot.”

“Because he doesn’t do anything.”

“Because he broke his campaign promises.”

That’s usually as far as people are able to go. They’re mad but they don’t know why. Which is always funny, at least to me. In fact, now that I think of it, nobody has ever given me a specific policy reason why they do not like our current president. I try to be polite about it while simultaneously making fun of them, then I give whoever I was making fun of a dollar, and we move on.

Last night, as I was talking about how much I love the president (because I do), somebody yelled out “Heil Hitler.”

Heil Hitler?

My immediate reaction was to crumple to the floor, which I did. I don’t know why, except that it seemed to me in that moment that the show had now gone south very quickly, and if bottles were going to be thrown, I didn’t want to get hit.

But then I stood up and asked the person (shrouded in darkness, as people who scream “Heil Hitler” often are) why he yelled that, thinking maybe he thought it was funny in some obtuse way, like maybe he though shouting that would be interpreted as clever satire. Or maybe he was being ironic. Grasping, I know, but I honestly had no idea why somebody would yell that outside of a Klan rally. 

But I am still being polite.

The guy in the dark says, “Because when you say you like Obama, that’s the same thing to me as saying ‘Heil Hitler.’”

The audience, predictably, starts booing. I ask them to please calm down, that I will handle this in a mature way. While I am saying this to the audience, I am thinking, How do I possibly handle this in a mature way.

So the audience settles down, and I turn to the gentleman and say, “Sir, I say with this all due respectyou are a fucking moron.”

And then I kind of lost my shit.

I just started screaming at the guy. Screaming. I don’t even know what I was screaming, although the gist was, “How dare you compare Hitler to this president or any president? How dare you equate what he did with Obama is doing? Do you have any idea how insulting that is? Do you know anything about history? Do you have any idea what Hitler did? He killed six million of my people, which is six million more than Obama has killed. You’re a fucking idiot. You’re a fucking moron. You’re the fucking problem with this country. You and your reflexive retardation. You’re a fucking this-and-that…” and then I just basically started yelling “fuck” a lot at the guy. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Then he stood up and left.

It felt really, really great.

But now I feel bad. I feel bad because, in retrospect, that guy didn’t deserve that. Yes he said something incredibly stupid, but my response was just as stupid. I could have made my point a million different ways without screaming into a microphone in a room filled with drunk people. I wasn’t clever, I wasn’t thoughtful, I said nothing that would move the conversation forward. I just yelled because Nazis push my Jew button (my Jew button is located right below my tail).

It was a purely emotional response, the kind that I get upset at other people for making when talking about the mosque they want to build or gay marriage or gun violence or any issue that people use to piss each other off.

Hitler is just a buzz word. Which is actually part of my problem with him saying it in such a blithe way. In a weird way, by equating policy disagreements with a genocidal egomaniac, you’re actually disrespecting Hitler. You’re actually bringing his evil down to the level of the mundane, which we should never do. Obama is Hitler because he created a consumer protection agency? C’mon.

So yeah, I kind of lost my shit last night. And to that guy who shouted out “Heil Hitler,” I apologize. There was no reason to meet your idiocy with my own, even though you are a fucking moron.

(via michaelianblack)

❝So I walk over to the supermarket after taking care of some business at my school, and I, out of sheer curiosity, wondered how heavy my pack was. It did not have much in it: four text books, a large notebook, and some assorted odds and ends. I walked into the store and went to the scale that these places usually have at the front (you know, the ones for people, NOT produce or anything like that) and I put my backpack on the scale. A nearby worker saw me doing this and sternly said “Stop! You’ll break it and then you’ll have to buy it!”. At this very moment, the arrow of the scale had stopped nicely on 20 pounds. At this point, I replied, “You think that this scale can support full-grown people, but not a twenty pound backpack?”

She responded: “People are 75 percent water, so they’re less dense and the scale is able to handle them. Now take your bag off of there!”

I don’t know what to think.❞ -

from reddit

I was sad. Then I laughed a little bit. And then I died a little inside.