Being Happy Sometimes Means Doing Something Crazy


why the fuck is there so much stigma surrounding going to the movies by yourself why the fuck do you need someone to help you sit in the dark and look at a wall for two hours “oh look at that dork they don’t even have a friend to ignore for the entire duration of this event”


I want to learn Russian before going to Sochi to watch the Olympic in February.  I realize that there is a lot going on in Russia right now and I understand why many are considering boycotting the Olympics, but for me, this is going to be a once in a lifetime experience.  Truly, I will likely never again be able to afford to go the Olympics let alone also have an opportunity to learn and observe Russian culture.  

All that aside, if you or anyone you know speak Russian and would be interested in conversing with me as I learn, I would be very grateful.  I do not expect to become fluent by February but I would like to be able to understand sentence structure and possibly learn a few key phrases.  Thank you for your help!

Actually went to church this week…

Now, I will start with the fact that I went to church because my aunt asked me to drive her since she was taking pain killers.  So anyway, I grew up catholic and went to church and was a very firm believer throughout all of high school and my freshman year of college.  After my freshman year, I began to see things differently and ventured away from Catholicism for a wide variety of reasons.  Today, as I listened to the pastor’s homily, I found one more…

He stated something to the effect that our purpose in this life is to serve God in order to move on to the next life.  Let’s think about this for a minute.  This sounds like that savings account that people make for retirement and never get to used because they die suddenly.  For instance, what if there is some one thing that you did during your life that would be considered the equivalent of getting a “go directly to hell” card.The difference is, unlike Monopoly, you do not get to buy your way out of hell nor can you leave if you get doubles.  

Must we really spend our entire earthly lives banking on getting into heaven

Granted, there is nothing wrong with doing nice things for others.  I feel that it is a nice thing to donate food to the soup kitchen or clothing to the humane society thrift store, etc.  But, would you give up a chance to be with someone you love because they are of the same gender and take a gamble that eternity exists where you still won’t be able to be with someone of the same gender? Furthermore, would you give up nights out with friends in order to have forever to wonder what they did without you?  I would never suggest going out and killing someone but I would encourage a woman or man who is being abused in a marriage to walk away from that marriage.  I would encourage individuals who desire to have sexual intercourse but do not desire to have children to use protection.  

That aside, if you are a person who agrees with the Catholic faith, other Christian denominations, or any form of organized religion, I recognize that and wish you the best.  I honestly hope that for your sake and for the sake of my family that it is real, that heaven is out there somewhere.

As for me, I have no desire to believe that.  I have no desire to live my life walking on eggshells for someone I don’t know exists.  I will live my life doing my best to help others and be kind but I will have my tattoos, drink too much, eat too much, support my LGBTQ friends in all of their endeavors, use foul language and the other dozen things I do that wouldn’t get the church’s stamp of approval.

My apologies that this post is so disorganized and it probably has a lot of typos in it but after all it is 1am and I’m tired, I just wanted to throw this out into the world and go from there.  



  • “We’re your family, we’re allowed to make fun of you”
  • “Come on, it’s just a joke”
  • “toughen up and stop being a baby”
  • “We’re just teasing”





I’ve spent much of my life thinking, if this is what my own family thinks of me then what other people think of me must be horrible. I’ve alway wondered if my own family doesn’t want to hand out with me, then why would anyone want to hang out with me.


This is a stop motion project I did for my AP English class for Tracy K. Smith’s poem “I Don’t Miss It”. I’m super proud of it, and it tookFOREVER to make, so enjoy :)


i am tired of people and sexism and racism and homopobia and transphobia and ageism and slut shaming and rape culture and twats and the world in general and i’m far too young to be sick of life


I can’t draw :(

I can’t draw :(