beware-beware:

last night while waiting to get into the comedy show i stepped in front of a dude and when he looked at me i snapped “is this a line or is this a clusterfuck” and it was John Hodgeman 

this is a beautiful fucking story and you all need to read it again

last night while waiting to get into the comedy show i stepped in front of a dude and when he looked at me i snapped “is this a line or is this a clusterfuck” and it was John Hodgeman 

my best friend is visiting from back home and we happened into a restaurant and as soon as we stepped inside i saw the busboy drinking at the bar. before we left we walked by his table and he was with his mom and younger brother, and i introduced myself, i couldn’t help it, and his mother said “oh! you work together?” and i said “yes,” and smiled gently and the busboy also smiled and looked like he was about to throw up.

then we went to the Rendezvous where my friend was doing a stand up set, and ryan was there, and we had a few drinks together and he said “when this girl comes back from the bathroom and sits next to me i’m going to ignore you,” and i said “alright” and then he did.

i lost a follower for that selfie

i can’t believe i took another goddamn graveyard shift

i can’t believe i took another goddamn graveyard shift

today i woke up to my best friend from california lying next to me in my bed and it was magic

i know i should stop complaining about it because at this point, to be honest, it is entirely my fault for continuing to fuck around with him.

i am ashamed of myself for how much i want his attention and approval, like, he is garbage, he is mean and arrogant and not that good looking, i make lists of how he is objectively bad (grabbing me and saying, when i struggled, “you need to let me do what i’m going to do”) (interrupting me whenever i speak) (constantly telling me what he doesn’t like about me, my underwear, my body hair, how quiet i am, my weight, how i don’t stand up to him enough, how i tell him not to be so rough or touch my throat when we have sex) and then as soon as i see him again i can’t stop myself from trying to twist myself up into something he might like.

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ginny is an angel

ginny brought me arnica gel and i’ve been using it on the bruises ryan gave me and now they are almost gone and that’s not nothing

i literally had to say to a straight dude “don’t call me a dyke.” and he said “why?”

i somehow had not listened to transgender dysphoria blues until now and goddamn. i have never cared for against me! but i’ve been listening to this album for two days straight and it is so emotionally, viscerally satisfying to me. 

you want them to see you like they see every other girl / they just see a faggot" is, like, definitely a thing for me right now, trying to keep my head down and being at work and still having the occasional "dyke" thrown in my direction.

i should probably add the caveat that i am not a trans woman and i am not trying to appropriate that experience but like, shit, this whole album is so well put together, it’s gut-wrenchingly relatable and intense and perfect

rgr-pop:

and how many ways can I say it: the scene isn’t worth it. nothing is worth it. kick people out when they need to be kicked out. you can be alone if you have to. there are worse things than having no party to go to. jesus christ.

via rgr-pop

when i ask dave “i like small girls" the bartender for a whiskey ginger he literally fills a pint glass with whiskey and then splashes some ginger ale on top. ryan asks for a vodka cranberry and gets a glass of cranberry juice.

i don’t understand the monster high dolls thing but i support you all wholeheartedly