Just the other day my entire dashboard was full of information about Libya and how we should spread the word. Every other icon was #Libya.
Today? I’ve seen three, maybe four, posts on the topic. It seems like everyone only cares when it’s the popular thing to do.
Did you know that Gadhafi is now blaming “Islamic radicals” and Western countries for the problems in Libya? That he’s blaming us for “conspiracy to cause chaos and take over the country”? Did you know that a military base in Libya was bombed?
Don’t let Tumblr be your only news source.
THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS.
SO MUCH THIS.
Sookie: You know what I think when I’m this close to another body? I think one day, at one moment… this body that I’m holding in my arms will stop breathing, stop living. Just… stop. One day you’ll happen upon my name in the obits and you’ll remember this moment when we were so close.
Igby: You’re a real fuckin’ upper.” — Igby Goes Down (2002)
I AM JUST DYING OF SICK. JUST DYING.
There’s a new Hyperbole and a Half
Time to read Chapter 21 of Dalton.
The kind you get at a supermarket and it’s silly.
They are pointy motherfuckers, like reaching into a bag of dull x-acto knives.
It’s like God doesn’t want me to whore out happiness with Valentines for everyone.
Dinosaurs Puppies or Kittens?
and I manage to fall asleep at midnight
and wake up on my own accord at 6, like on the dot
BUT I CAN’T DO THIS FOR SCHOOL.
Fine universe, I see what you’re doing.
That is the story of my life.
Only I wake up at five.
I don’t even wake up at five on normal school days so I don’t understand whatsoever.
I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you forever. I’ve been a good man to you for 7 years & I have nothing to show for it.
These last 2 weeks have been hell.
Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today & that was the last straw. Last week, you came home & didn’t even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal & even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, & went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don’t tell me you love me anymore; you don’t want sex or anything that connects us as husband & wife. Either you’re cheating on me or you don’t love me anymore; whatever the case, I’m gone.
P.S. don’t try to find me. Your SISTER & I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.
It’s true you & I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you’ve been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining & griping Too bad that doesn’t work. I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was ‘You look just like a girl!’ Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can’t say something nice, I didn’t comment. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago. About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, & I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning.
After all of this, I still loved you & felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job & bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica But when I got home you were gone.. Everything happens for a reason, I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won’t get a dime from me.
So take care.
Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell & Free!
P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl.
I hope that’s not a problem
Submitted by lcfelisa
No problem! Thank you.