Yes, I had a baby young.
Yes, I am happy to have her.
No, she was not planned.
No, that doesn’t mean my life is ruined.
Yes, it makes life difficult at times.
Yes, I have to work a little bit harder to get around
No, I am not missing out on anything.
No, my life is not over.
Finally! It’s been said!
THEY JUST POSTED THIS ON THE HUB BECAUSE IT’S PHOTO OF THE YEAR
This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…
men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.
THE NOTES ON THIS
because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.”
so when boys make fun of girls taking forever to shop and trying everything on
WE FUCKING HAVE TO OR NOTHING WILL FIT
i remember the “selling their kid on ebay” story…
Who sells their kid on ebay? That’s nuts.
That’s a child. A living being that you made.
That shit goes on etsy.
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I drank until you weren’t real.– Six Word Story (#12)
why iphones gotta take two million years to turn back on after they die like you plug em in and you’re all ready to start texting again but they’re like “nope. i gotta take some time for myself. figure out who i am. you hurt me too much the last time. let me think.”
Then I’ve just really gotta start raising the bar a little bit.