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i used to live across the street from the second oldest cemetery in salem, ma. — est. 1655. one spring we had a really bad stretch of snow/thaw plus torrential rains. and.......... suddenly there were ancient bones popping out of the ground on the slopey side of things. no nearby headstones or markers, just random

18 years ago, I put on a pair of JNCO jeans and a Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt and went to a punk show at my (rural CT) town’s local teen center. There I saw a boy, told him I was going to flirt with him and did for the rest of the night... and then, on and off (and mostly online) for the next decade or so before we

Her own version of the events is poking holes in the story she posted on Tumblr. She and a friend were in a fight with a couple, she maced them, and then got indignant when the bar they happened to be in front of wanted nothing to do with their noise? It seems like she has a massive chip on her shoulder, what with

And then you grow up and realize that body decoration is human and that there isn’t a culture in the world that doesn’t send messages through appearance. No make up or layer in on an inch deep—it is all a form of self expression.

Not all of us speak like that. The tendency to do that is a bogan thing.

He will be Dennis the Menace for the rest of his life. Like, you know he has a sling shot in his back pocket, YOU KNOW HE DOES.

He was cheating on her during the marriage. This is such textbook junkie manipulative behavior. She was moving on. He spends the price of a Midwestern home on hookers and blow, ODs, nearly kills himself, she agrees to put the divorce on hold — and somehow she’s the bad guy? Fuck that. Bullshit.

I also like to say, “There are communists in the funhouse”.

She’s been there since 1992, and is still on the new ones that are being released this year (which still have the same colours and people and birds and buildings and other things as before).

Dude I am so sorry that being the singer of switch foot didn’t work out for you but calm down.

7th grade Christian me LOVED some P.O.D.

That was my face justtttttabout two minutes ago when my high school crush walked into Starbucks and I had to figure out from 30 feet away whether or not he’s married.

The Moderate Republican was not mythical. It did exist, but now they are completely extinct—I think Newt Gingrich shot the last one.

Well, he’s just saying out loud what so many men won’t admit out loud.

It’s kinda like, I just know that women make rash decisions emotionally – they make very permanent, cemented decisions – and then later, it’s kind of like it didn’t happen, or they didn’t mean for it to happen

You can have him back.

My late grandmother always told me never to trust a man with a weak chin...

My grandpapa looked so great in his mugshot, so we used it-after some slight photoshoping of the background- for his funeral. It was a really good picture. And it was either that or a picture of his almost hippie days.

One of my college roommates used her mugshot as her FB profile picture for a while - it was actually a great picture of her, and back in the day when FB required an .edu email to join. Good times.