I am so weird. I hate looking at pictures of myself, but then I have this amazingly sassy vain bitch inside of me. As of tomorrow, I will have 2 car magnets with my cosplay on it (I like putting them on for cons…no other times, promise) and I bought some buttons with my face on it too that I want to make my mom wear as payback for wearing marching band buttons of me in high school. I get a great thrill out of buying this absolutely vain, self-obsessed items. I love them. I love them so much.
“For unclear reasons, even in 2014 we still have a sort of sexual stigma, mostly against women who enjoy sex, especially if it’s frequent and with multiple partners. This, to me, implies a personal sexual dysfunction of the bitchy whiner, rather than the person who enjoys festive boinking, but what do I know? I know that if you’re not spreading disease or children and you’re enjoying it with another responsible, consenting adult, then anyone who complains about your sex life is probably an asshole. Stop calling people names for fucking, yo. It makes you an asshole.”—Felix Clay, in The 4 Most Underrated Feelings in the World (via cracked)