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muslimrave:

one time a boy tried to pull my hijab off

i punched him in the face

closed fist, short swing, right in the jaw

there is a point where you stop trying to educate people and start making the consequences of their racist bullshit real fuckin clear.

It’s ma birthdayyyy. I’m 22 nowww. Getting olderrrr. 

portablemiah:

if your boyfriend pauses call of duty to text you back, dump him because he plays shitty games

miguu:

what i never
learned
from my mother
was that
just because someone desires you
does
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.

thejacksoniandemocracy reblogged your photo: I hate Less Mizrablez but I like these memes.

*les miserables write me an essay about why this comment was necessary

I know how to spell Les Miserables, darling. Calm down. It’s pretty simple really, I don’t care for the film but I enjoy the memes.

So many tears and it’s been such a long time. Thanks, stupid film.

Fuck youuuuu with a cherry on the top. Tip top.

If anyone spoils Doctor Who I will CUT A BITCH.

I am in such a fucking bad mood. Woke up late and have been rushing to do everything since, forgetting loads of stuff in the process. Then I went out with my brother for a bit and he got stressed out which then stressed me out even more. Had to empty everything in my coin jar and some of my mum’s to pay my bus fare to work. To top it all off, Bradford City are up 3-0 in the league 2 play-off final at Wembley and I’m stuck on a bus with no means of listening to it (forgot my iPod and earphones) and I’m going to miss the celebrations because I’m stuck fucking folding clothes and ARGH. TODAY IS A TERRIBLE DAY.

I did some damn good research into detailed reading and interpreting of tarot cards earlier and I just spent at least 2 hours doing a proper tarot reading for myself and writing it all down and interpreting it and making it relevant to my life/situation/question and now I’m absolutely knackered but I feel really good about things. I feel like in a way I’ve given myself some really good advice and insight into things. Thanks, inner self! *pats self on back*

Found a weird video of myself I made on NYE when very very drunk. The evidence is me pouring out the last of my wine on camera. There’s no audio though. No you can’t see it.

Fell asleep on my hand and now my work hours are imprinted on my face. T’ohhh.

Sometimes I just feel like being a knobhead and saying “Your life has no meaning.” to people who do nothing but chat mindless bullshit, but then I worry that a load of people will think it’s about them when it’s not about them, so I’ll just leave it here in an indirectly aggressive way.
I probably chat mindless bullshit anyway. This is mindless bullshit. Aw. I wanted to shout at all the customers at work today too and call them inconsiderate; I think I’m just feeling emotionally volatile.

I’m really tired but I’m lying here awake because I’m worrying about all the bills I have to pay and my old housemate won’t stop pestering me about shit and it’s making me panicky. Leave me alone.

PS: Doing nothing is exhausting. Especially in this weather.

All I’ve done thus far today is watch TV, eat, drink a cuppa in the sun, fight off a beetle and lounge around everywhere. I’m leaving the house in just under an hour to fold and tidy clothes for 5 hours then I’ll come back and go to bed, since it’ll probably be about half 11 when I get home. Riveting, I know.

Ugh, I feel so sick.

You know, I have 58 followers, barely any of whom interact with me in any way. I find that weird.
Following on from earlier, and I know this is complaining but at least it’s to a wider audience on a crappy blog, I’m not sure if people don’t invite me out because they know I have no money orrr if they just don’t want me there.
And other people are doing coupley things with couples because they’re now part of a couple again and I can’t join in with that for obvious reasons. Bah.

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Fiiiiinally got my HC2 through. Goodbye £15 a month prescriptions. Now I can go back to the dentist.

People aren’t perfect; I’m not perfect, but people hurt my feelings. I shouldn’t expect people to be perfect and I know that and it’s pathetic but the fact remains that they hurt my feelings.

One day I’ll end up reading back through this blog like I used to do with my Livejournal and I’ll just laugh.

Being so incredibly intuitively aware of things sucks, because you know when the dynamic of something has changed straight away, whether you’ve done it or someone else or an event has. It’s worse when it’s you that’s done it because you know exactly what you did and were even more than slightly aware of the consequences it would probably have.