Speegz

just started watching game of thrones

blood, death, snow…OMG PUPPIES YAY

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but actually all i want in life is for Sabrina the Teenage Witch to be on Netflix

artschoolfrathouse:

PUSH YR VALUES

Anonymous asked: Sunday Stories with Speegz!

last night i was at dinner with my family and my grandmother got really drunk

so i drove her home

and on the way back we sang really loudly to oldies hits on the radio

my grandmother has bright red hair, a new york accent, is absurdly racist/homophobic, and was wearing an electric blue pantsuit

so it was me and my inebriated grandmother speeding through orange county at 11 pm screaming out the words to September by Earth,Wind and Fire. 

that’s not a very exciting story but it was a funny time

also this morning when i was getting off the train i hit my head and all the old ladies gasped and laughed and asked if i was alright and it was very embarassing

hello i just realized that yann tiersen is a god

i’m late to this party

i’m sorry

ALSO I’M WRITING LETTERS SO IF YOU WANT A LETTER SEND ME YOUR ADDRESS YUPYUPYUP

bunnylovecara:

Everytime I see a post in the Tulane tag about high schoolers considering or committing to coming here, I get a little excited…

It’s so cute :D

I miss school, is it August yet?

Omg 15 old women just got on the train that im on

They’re the cutest They’re just chatting away

Wow like I can’t wait to be old and have lots of old lady friends and just do whatever the fuck we want because who fucks with old women? Nobody they can just rule shit omg

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fuckyeahhardfemme:

cerulean-tea:

♡♡♡♡♡♡: sometimes i just want to get a fake orange spray tan and bleach my…

popquizkid2006:

sometimes i just want to get a fake orange spray tan and bleach my hair blonde and wear hollister and a&f and american eagle and uggs exclusively and wear frosted lipglosses and make ducklips faces and care about jersey shore and gossip girl. because apparently “nice” dudes hate when girls that 

because it’s “fake”, it’s “slutty”, it’s overdone/tasteless/”dumb” but fuck you. everything is fake. all persona is persona including what you’ve been conditioned to perceive as a “neutral”/”inoffensive” appearance. 

because i don’t want your “respect”, and i certainly don’t need your advice on how to “respect” a body. i don’t need your fake concern about skin cancer and burns on my scalp when my body doesn’t even feel like mine sometimes. when breast cancer becomes selling sex to teenage boys who wouldn’t tell you about the lump in your breast they felt while they were feeling you up. your concern for my body will always be mediocre until it is mine to create/destroy/create, and even then it wouldn’t even matter because you do not inhabit this flesh, or these organs, or this mucus/snot/bile/blood/spit/fluid/fluid/fluid. so stop trying to crawl into my bed of skin, asshole. stop trying to own my ugliness. you can’t have it. too bad, so sad. 

i don’t want you to wait before i leave the room to talk about how gross i am. i want my skin to be greasy and leave big orange stains on every man who touches me and who i choose to touch. i want my hair to make you puke. i want my clothes to remind you of how capitalism lives in tube tops and booty shorts just as well as it does in jeans and a t-shirt or whatever the fuck makes you feel like the girl you wanna fuck is real “authentic”, real “down-to-earth” or whatever. i want to remind you that every picture is posed. no expression can be pure when you can see the camera and the camera can see you. i want you to know that i spent three goddamn hours straightening my hair and putting on my eyeliner over and over again and removing it over and over again so there’s light grey rings under my eyes and when i reapplied my lipgloss for the 20th time tonight in the backseat of my best friend’s car it hit a pothole so it’s smudging against my lipliner and i’m still not “sexy” to your pretentious jonh lennon art school ass. my labor is MINE, and it’s ugly because god loves ugly. i wasn’t put on this earth to give you a hard on. i want to scream and drink and grind to shitty club music because i want to scare the living shit out of you. i want you to go home and post a facebook update about how “our generation is doomed” and get twenty likes from all your pretentious john lennon art school friends and all your fedora-wearing self-entitled pasty sarcastic bros and all your edgewatch xvx police officers and all your “nice guy” indie rock microbrew date rapists who all secretly wish they could make a man want to remove himself from this earth just by getting a spraytan.

i don’t want you to want to fuck me, BRO. i want you to have to look at me. i want to be the bright orange flesh you don’t want to fuck but you also can’t ignore. i want you to be very, very scared of what is going to come out of my mouth. i want you to cringe at the sound of my voice because it is both too feminine and too loud. your disgust makes me even louder, even more powerful. and it’s so funny to me, so funny to me, because you know and i know we are both just pretending we aren’t aware that deep down you so badly wish you could be a monster, too.

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ssun-childd:

sadness has a strange taste

it tastes a lot like happy

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okay

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