a little comic dedicated to a friend

I needed this really bad. thank you.

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Superwoman: Girls On Their Periods - PART II


I’m getting mighty tired of people being surprised when I take things like betrayal personally. Like it’s weird to get emotionally invested in your friends\loved ones. No, YOU’RE the weird one for not caring who does what to you. If you can be dead inside and be fine with it, then great for you. Don’t go trying to make me feel wrong for having emotions and getting hurt when people I care about stab me in the back.
I’m finally realizing that being a kind and loyal person isn’t a flaw, it’s a fucking gift in this world of heartless bastards. And yes, I realize now that I need to be WAAAAY more careful about who I trust and care about, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop all together. And you are wrong for trying to make me.




People in their early twenties still refer to people older than them as “adults”. When do you think they stop… and realize… they are adults

I’m not an adult, I’m a child with a drinking permit.


(Source: officialjeffgoldblum, via knitmecrazy)

I have mad respect for maids. Or domestic workers, or whatever the politically correct term is. How do they do it?? I hurt everywhere and I am beyond tired (probably cos it’s my time of the month AND I’m coming off anti-depressants added to it… but still) and I’ve only done about half of what I wanted to do. And I still have crochet orders I need to finish. But I will get to them soon. As soon as the house is moderately liveable again.

(Source: lifeascasanova, via morguechan)


Rest this afternoon!


Rest this afternoon!


what I learnt last night: if you’re imagining a creepy thing in your room or outside and it’s coming to get you, just imagine that it met another creepy thing and they started making out, forgetting you entirely. 

It worked for me

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