Some birds just aren't meant to be caged.

Apr 09

(via thelovelybones)

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846. John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946. Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860. John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960. The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters. Both were particularly concerned with civil rights. Both wives lost their children while living in the White House. Both Presidents were shot on a Friday. Both were shot in the head. Now this is interesting… Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy. Kennedy’s secretary was named Lincoln. Both were assassinated by Southerners. Both were succeeded by Southerners. Both successors were named Johnson. Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808. Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908. John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln was born in 1839. Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy was born in 1939. Both assassins were known by their three names. Both names comprise fifteen letters. Booth ran from a theater and was caught in a warehouse. Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theater. Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials. And here’s the kicker, A week before Lincoln was shot he was in Monroe, Maryland. A week before Kennedy was shot he was with Marilyn Monroe.

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getthefuckoutofmyheadgirl:

maniahum:

eeriexl:

sonnywhoore:

steffilynn:

MY MIND IS BLOWN.

BLOWN

TOTALLY GONE

WHUUT.

mind. blown.

oh my wordd.

Dude. Seriously? That’s insane.

Apr 08

(via tiffanyelizabethsblog)

(via whatsmacklethinking)

Being so frustrated all the time is really frustrating.

Today has been… lonely.

Apr 07

It’s too much. It’s just too much.

Apr 06

Dear Coke Talk: On haunted vaginas. -

Recently, I’ve noticed that occasionally my vagina actually literally has steam come out of it. When I try to look up the reason behind this, I just get a bunch of porn. Point is- Is this normal?

Is the steam accompanied by the sound of truck brakes? Are you a Warner Brothers cartoon from the…

Stop trying to pretend that you are still my father. Stop trying to act like there is still a place for me in your heart. I know you don’t love me. It’s plain to see that I’m not your daughter anymore. You keep telling me that things are going to be better and they only get worse. Your promises are empty. Maybe they always have been. When I was little, I looked up to you for everything. I was daddy’s little girl and absolultely nothing could have pulled me away from you. Turns out, I didn’t need anything to pull me away. All you had to do was push. One little push, and it was enough. Now you’re happy. And I’m not. But you don’t care about that. You never really have. You know, I never really had a mother. From the time I was born until I was seven, she was in school. She worked during the day and went to school at night. You were the only one I had. Honestly, you were the only one I needed. When she got out of school, you lost your job. You said it was because of me. Mom…she just gave up. She wouldn’t talk. You screamed at her and she cried. I hid. Do you remember when I ran away? It took you three hours to realize that I was gone. And now, you still scream. You scream at all of us. You throw things and you hit and you cuss. Mom doesn’t say a word. She really did give up. I lost my mother because of you. And my father is gone too. It is NOT my fault. I can’t believe that I ever thought it was. Nothing I could have done would have made you love me. You’re just a broken human being. You broke us all with you. You made sure that we all suffered just as much as you did whether we wanted to or not. And now… instead of you being better and us all being happy, all you’ve got is a broken family. A wife who thinks she’s worthless because she couldn’t please you. A stepdaughter who would rather be with her alcoholic father. A grandaughter who’s afraid of you. And me, a daughter who can never trust you again. Congratulations.

Apr 05

How psychotic my family is:

As some of you know, the other night, I scraped my arm on a brick wall. Well, yesterday, during a birthday party, my aunt pointed out in front of everyone that it was actually a bite mark and not a scrape. A bite mark due to sexual activity. My mother and father believed her. So, I will no longer be allowed to go to the coffee shop unless I can refrain from this sexual activity. It’s so entertaining.