Senior year of high school, I got tickets to see Arcade Fire on the Suburbs tour in Memphis. No one ever comes to Memphis, and I grew up without a lot of money, and this was kind of an ENORMOUS treat. And I had SHIT seats, like two rows back from the second balcony wall where my HIGH SCHOOL ART TEACHER WAS SITTING and…

wow, so edgy. i wonder if he and bansky have ever collaborated.

EVERYTHING IS THE ITALIAN RENNAISANCE AGAIN AND NOTHING HURTS

It’s white lady shit and I kind of love it (as a white lady who loves tacky shit).

MY SISTER HAS IT

I feel this way about Lords and Ladies. Particularly, "you remember some of your dreams?"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Grew up listening to Bob Marley records while cleaning with my parents; something about "Buffalo Soldier" while cleaning just seems right.

yeah, that’s a real thing and i totally get that but yeah, the op-ed bullshit has to fucking stop.

I saw it for the first time in middle school and every once in a while, I marathon it with The Craft and The Witches of Eastwick. God, I love some witchcraft based lady movies.

PRACTICAL MAGIC IS SO IMPORTANT. "Cup of You" started playing a bar a few weeks ago and I legit got weepy.

Skinny Shaming is skinny people going “but body acceptance movement doesn’t accept bodies that are already accepted by literally everyone.” Like, the fact that I’m supposed to make room and worry about the feelings of people who daily make me feel like a fucking alien galls me to no fucking end. Get that shit outta…

God, fucking preach about jeans, Jesus Christ. The fact that I can’t buy jeans at Lane Bryant because they’re so abominably, frightfully, completely ugly is the fucking worst. Where the fuck are plus sized ladies supposed to buy fucking denim jeans, jesus fucking christ.

I had a train wreck of a middle school experience and I got into a lot of trouble at home and was basically really, really fucked up for a long time about a bunch of shit, but mostly I was working through the fact that my parents had just had my brother and I was having to go through Middle School and puberty and all…

still not done mourning.

I moved from smalltown Mississippi to Portland for college, and I still have no idea how I feel about that decision or who I am or whether or not I want to go back. Because god, I miss home like I miss a fucking arm a lot of the time. I miss going to the grocery stores on Sundays and seeing people so pretty in their…

I also worked as a cashier at a grocery store, using a register/checkout system that was about twenty years out of date. I was working at a local, independently owned grocery store that primarily catered to lower income families and about half of our business was done through SNAP/EBT.
My experience is not a universal…

SNAP and other foodstamp benefits (EBT) are registered on a thing that looks a bit like a debit card. The debit card literally does not read the transaction for things that do not fall under SNAP or EBT; you literally can’t abuse it. You can’t use SNAP or EBT benefits to purchase paper products (so no school supplies,…

THIS IS MORE THAN MY POOR GAY LITTLE HEART CAN HANDLE.

HERE FOR IT.