Brain Cell Funeral
A little peep hole into a happy valley ๐Ÿ˜

A little peep hole into a happy valley ๐Ÿ˜

Today’s been nice

Today’s been nice

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"You may not agree with a woman, but to criticize her appearance โ€” as opposed to her ideas or actions โ€” isnโ€™t doing anyone any favors, least of all you. Insulting a womanโ€™s looks when they have nothing to do with the issue at hand implies a lack of comprehension on your part, an inability to engage in high-level thinking. You may think sheโ€™s ugly, but everyone else thinks youโ€™re an idiot."
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Yoooooo (at Phat Philly)

Yoooooo (at Phat Philly)

~ You ain’t havin a better hair day then me ~ gotta post a selfie every time I get my roots done lol ๐Ÿ‘ธ

~ You ain’t havin a better hair day then me ~ gotta post a selfie every time I get my roots done lol ๐Ÿ‘ธ

We matchhhhhhh @lanamama

We matchhhhhhh @lanamama

Last week I went to the dry cleaners for the first time to drop off my comforter. My best friends dog peed on it  and then I took it camping. I figured it couldn’t be more then like $40 so I went high as fuck to drop it off. The lady told me in her heavy asian accent that it would be $85, to which I replied “Um…can I just do the cheapest option?” she continued to explain to me all the work that had to be done and I nodded along trying to convey that I’m sure the work is great but that’s too expensive and I’d rather not, and for some reason I just couldn’t, I could feel my voice on the verge of shaking and decided to just sign the paper and go. 
When I got to my car I called my boyfriend and freaked out, crying that I couldn’t do that alone and why didn’t he come with me and now I didn’t know what to do because $85 is a lot of money for some shit you don’t care much about and when you have to save it.
He went and picked up the comforter for me.


Two days ago we went to go get food at some little Asian market and they were almost closing up. They had just begun closing down the kitchen and I’d asked if I could get some Ikura Nigiri to go. The guy nodded, said Ikura Nigiri? And went off to make it. I was already in a really unstable mood for some reason, but I stood there and waited. By the time he was almost done I noticed he was making Tekka Nigiri and I just took it and headed to the register and paid. I tried to get Luis to get up and go to the car with me, because again my voice was shaking and I could feel tears pooling behind my eyes. He waved me off and said we’re eating here. I sat down and started eating and just said “this isn’t what I ordered” Luis immediately tried to grab it from me to tell them it was wrong, but I felt so dumb and embarrassed already I made him stop. I couldn’t understand how they got my order wrong, they did it kind of as a favor since they were closing up and I already paid for it because I was too bitchmade to tell them it was the wrong thing, there would be no point in saying anything at that point. Once we were in the car Luis got mad at me, starting telling me I need to stop taking things out on him and he tried to help me but I was too much of a bitch. Then I started crying again, really hard, again. It’s really hard to explain to someone why you can’t do the simplest stupidest thing or why even, you are so nervous about it. He eventually apologized because he realized that wasn’t helping. I was already upset though, whatever was keeping me together until that point, no matter how feebly had crumbled down. 
Why am I a wreck over the simplest shit? Why do people scare me so much?
Funnily enough, at work this doesn’t happen, at work I can handle people, awkward situations, etc. 
In my daily life I’m too frightened to send the wrong order back or to mention little things to strangers.

Hell is other people, and I feel like it’s getting worse. I wish I knew why.

Last week I went to the dry cleaners for the first time to drop off my comforter. My best friends dog peed on it and then I took it camping. I figured it couldn’t be more then like $40 so I went high as fuck to drop it off. The lady told me in her heavy asian accent that it would be $85, to which I replied “Um…can I just do the cheapest option?” she continued to explain to me all the work that had to be done and I nodded along trying to convey that I’m sure the work is great but that’s too expensive and I’d rather not, and for some reason I just couldn’t, I could feel my voice on the verge of shaking and decided to just sign the paper and go.
When I got to my car I called my boyfriend and freaked out, crying that I couldn’t do that alone and why didn’t he come with me and now I didn’t know what to do because $85 is a lot of money for some shit you don’t care much about and when you have to save it.
He went and picked up the comforter for me.


Two days ago we went to go get food at some little Asian market and they were almost closing up. They had just begun closing down the kitchen and I’d asked if I could get some Ikura Nigiri to go. The guy nodded, said Ikura Nigiri? And went off to make it. I was already in a really unstable mood for some reason, but I stood there and waited. By the time he was almost done I noticed he was making Tekka Nigiri and I just took it and headed to the register and paid. I tried to get Luis to get up and go to the car with me, because again my voice was shaking and I could feel tears pooling behind my eyes. He waved me off and said we’re eating here. I sat down and started eating and just said “this isn’t what I ordered” Luis immediately tried to grab it from me to tell them it was wrong, but I felt so dumb and embarrassed already I made him stop. I couldn’t understand how they got my order wrong, they did it kind of as a favor since they were closing up and I already paid for it because I was too bitchmade to tell them it was the wrong thing, there would be no point in saying anything at that point. Once we were in the car Luis got mad at me, starting telling me I need to stop taking things out on him and he tried to help me but I was too much of a bitch. Then I started crying again, really hard, again. It’s really hard to explain to someone why you can’t do the simplest stupidest thing or why even, you are so nervous about it. He eventually apologized because he realized that wasn’t helping. I was already upset though, whatever was keeping me together until that point, no matter how feebly had crumbled down.
Why am I a wreck over the simplest shit? Why do people scare me so much?
Funnily enough, at work this doesn’t happen, at work I can handle people, awkward situations, etc.
In my daily life I’m too frightened to send the wrong order back or to mention little things to strangers.

Hell is other people, and I feel like it’s getting worse. I wish I knew why.

oeuniverse:

In order to become the supreme adult, you must perform the seven wonders:

  • Public speaking
  • Not being afraid of teenagers
  • Calling the doctor yourself
  • Taxes
  • Arguing without crying
  • Having a normal sleep pattern
  • Having an answer to the question โ€˜what do you want to do with your life?โ€™

3/7

If you command me to do something that I was already planning on doing the chances of me doing that thing automatically drop to zero

yea

(Source: brobecks)

unwinona:

Feminerdity loooooooook

I have done both these looks before.

unwinona:

Feminerdity loooooooook

I have done both these looks before.

(Source: sunlitgarden)

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