Posts tagged "what the fuck"
I think I just broke out into hives or something.

I think I just broke out into hives or something.

We don’t have people that become ill, who die in their apartment because they don’t have insurance.

Mitt Romney today. Actually, about 26,000 Americans die every year because they don’t have health insurance, so Romney is flatly wrong (and, in our eyes, being a bit disrespectful to about 26,000 American families). He also said that “we don’t have a setting across this country where if you don’t have insurance, we just say to you, ‘Tough luck, you’re going to die when you have your heart attack.’” source (via shortformblog)

This is the same dude who thinks that the ER is equivalent to substantial, long-term, preventative healthcare. Go die in a hole, Mitt.

(via marissaboleyn)

Isn’t it great when your mother shames your relatives for being poor young parents?

Wanna come up and get weird before you head over to Europe?
Actual booty text from 75 miles away from a guy who I’m pretty sure has a girlfriend

My family is irritating. At the very least.

Okay, so I’ve been talking to my mom about how my back hurts like a mother for the past 3 weeks or so.

So yesterday I was like, can I maybe not mow the lawn, as pushing a heavy piece of machinery around is gonna make me hurt even more? Perhaps my adult 18-year-old brother could do that, since he has spent most of his summer watching television?

And then I got screamed at for making up injuries as an excuse to not pull my weight around the house and how dare I and I should tell my friends that I won’t be coming to East Lansing to see them one last time because I am so ungrateful.

And it’s like, dude. Why is absofuckinglutely everything my fault?

Oh, and then last night my father literally said he didn’t care about me.

I just burned my inner thigh with an onion.

Go to college, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. You’ll eat so much food and gain 15 pounds, they said.

Guhhh

This is getting ridiculous.

I’m hungry.

So I eat.

And then I promptly throw everything back up.

I don’t even feel nauseous until I’ve finished eating. 

Merp.

That and their policy that no Suicide Girl can be trans* are the main reasons that I am really, really not down with SG.

Well that’s just ultra-bullshitty.

What the fuck, dude?

I can’t even. 

How can you like someone, want to invest time and effort into them, want to have sex with them, but not want to be in a relationship with that person?

Brb, gonna go cry myself to sleep now. Again. 

I'm Christianna. I like cats and pink things. This is my depression recovery blog.

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