Funny you should say that. I never realized how difficult my family can be until I moved 3000 miles away. I was really close with all of them, but it took me being far away and actually getting a chance to think for myself to find that out. Now I have all of these new experiences and have learned how to be more open minded, and they don’t seem to understand..
I’d love to hear some of your crazy family stories!
Portlandia is not a show it’s a documentary you people don’t even know
I disagree. Portlandia makes Portland look fun - weird, when it’s more awkward men in black aliens-weird.
I’m glad I’m not the only one! It’s crazy how it happens..
Isn’t it funny how people can twist things?
I say, “Let’s be supportive of all body types” and people grab their anon-hate pitchforks.
I like all body types. I do not like when people who are trying to be body-positive say things like, “Your stomach is not supposed to be totally flat.” You might…
I totally get this. I used to be really skinny and people were asshole to me about it constantly. It feels no different than being called fat.
I’m so happy that society is starting to move to a more body positive outlook.
I tried to take a picture with my pups, and they look cute, but I look like a muppet.
I made the best food tonight, and had the honor if sharing it with a group of people that I adore. It gets more and more obvious as I get older that family is not the ones you are born to, but the ones you choose. I love my weird Oregon family…
im ok w spending $40 on food but wont buy a $40 shirt
I think this just changed my life..
Whoever decided that marshmallows should go inside candy is an asshole.
That shit’s for smores and that’s it.
Fake Pockets: A How To
dude. this comic was made for me.
I’d carry a pit of hell around with me for this problem, but I don’t have pockets to put it in.
I used to wonder what your lips felt like,
I used to crave feeling so small next to you.
Now every time I close my eyes I can’t stop picturing you.
I’ve never been so afraid to just forget.
I swear I stopped breathing when you weren’t by my side,
And the whole time you kept me just far enough,
That you could save me just when my lips started to turn blue,
Or I started to learn to breathe on my own.
Now here I am, breathing in and out.
All on my own.
But I’m afraid of living.
how much do islands cost i want one
Less than a college education
what the fuck
Quits college, buys island instead