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"I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone."

Source: brighteryellow
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Fuck being sad anymore. I’m going to be fucking furious about everything.

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NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR ALL OF THIS STUPID BULLSHIT TO BE STACKING UP GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I HAVE A FOREIGN COUNTRY TO BE IN IN A WEEK

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Don’t be my friend. I’ll treat you like shit and then act like the victim. I am a poisonous piece of shit who you should all avoid.

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whiskeydrinking-operating:

Murica
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  • Question: When? :D - thunderstonepichu
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    Next friday? Assuming there isn’t a giant fuckup. Thats a pretty big assumption for 2/7 tho

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professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:

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  • Question: Do you plan to reenlist after your contract is done - Anonymous
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    whiskeydrinking-operating:

    AAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!

    HAHAAAAAAaaaa just gimme a sec…

    HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!!!

    No.

    *cackling *

Source: whiskeydrinking-operating