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Sarah. Twenty Two. Feminist.
Columbia College. Fiction Writing Major.
Stuck in Chicago.
THIS IS MY FACE IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING.
(I tend to post it a lot, so if you don't like it then you better skedaddle.)


I know I've got a big ego. I really don't know why it's such a big deal though.

Prone to posting: pictures of my face, silly details about my day, TMIs, complaints, porn (#NSFW if you have to Tumblr savior it), "writing," feminism, body positivity, Doctor Who/Buffy freakouts, crude language, and self love.
I'm a big advocate for underwear dancing as self care.

Also into helping other people celebrate their sexy selves.
SUBMIT your pictures to the Selfie Love Project.

You should probably technically only look at this shit if you're 18+ but whatever, kid, I'm not your mom.

♡♡♡ BLOG LIKE UR TUMBLR FAMOUS. ♡♡♡

It’s 20 minutes until 2am and I have a lot of easy homework I could just GET DONE but it’s such slow goins and I just heard of this blog called picturesofmygirlfriend and when I went on it, it was empty with only the about that said, “The dream is over. Thanks for everything.” And now I’m SO EMOTIONAL and I just realized I’m gonna start my period like tomorrow so at least I have an excuse but like DAMN GUYS. LOVE. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT?

I didn’t have the greatest day, but I did feel attractive in a way I haven’t in a while. Like I felt unstoppably hot. Head-turnin’ hot. I-didn’t-even-have-to-try hot. Some dudes casually walked by me while I was waiting for the bus and when I didn’t look at them, one of them laughed and said to the other, “Denied!” And I was like, that’s fuckin RIGHT. I wish dudes would just do that instead of catcalling. Express your rejection, not your affection. Like, “DAMN, girl, I wouldn’t have a chance with you!” I wouldn’t even be mad. I’d be like, you’re right, thank you.

Also pretty sure I accidentally made a boy at Panera fall in love with me and that felt good too.

SLAYIN HEARTS AND TAKIN NAMES.

rosydrops:

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Health

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Better You

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Is it pathetic that some days I’m still disappointed that I’m not a semi-famous internet personality?

Liz and I just agreed to go to bed because we both wanted to lay in our separate rooms and fart.

On Saturday, we were wearing shorts and had a picnic and we even sweat a bit because it was 75 degrees.

Today it feels like 20 and it snowed last night. I’m sick and sleepy and all hopped up on cold medicine.

Chicago, I’ve spent four years trying to love you and you’re not making this easy. Maybe it’s time we admit you’re the one with the problem.

Anonymous asked: Just a reminder that you are perfect. Like, seriously. I adore you.

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99 problems but a dick ain’t one.

I had all these plans to get crazy cleaning done and be super productive, but then I skyped with my mom for two hours instead and now I just want to lay on the ground and groan because I’m sick of people talking to me about post-graduation without giving me any answers.

My mom just asked me if I wanted to spend the summer in New Jersey working at my aunt’s campground.

Any New Jersey babes out there wanna be my friend?

lushpuppy:

matedate outfit involves tiny dress.

Forever overwhelmed by this babe’s selfies.

sp00kyb00ty:

when i grow up can i be her?
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dirkbot:

If you notice me reblogging

  • a repost
  • stolen art
  • false information
  • etc.

please let me know, you’re not rude or annoying and I actually do give a fuck and I will correct my mistake, thank you

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