I need someone in my life.
Simply to appreciate how fucking cute I am in my pj’s.
Why can’t I look this good all the time?
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I have to tell the internet my problems...
I'm Erica and I want to change the world.
I like volunteering/service; vegan food; coffee; tea; running; world religions; chocolate; carrot cake; reading; leading the hermit life; fooling people into believing I'm an extrovert; playing guitar; long drives; summertime in North West Georgia.
~ Saturday, May 26 ~
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~ Friday, May 25 ~
a discussion on the ethics of consuming meat with an uneducated coworker
- Her: So.... you don't eat meat?
- Me: Right. Not for the past two years, at least.
- Her: I could never do that. I love meat.
- Me: Doubtful.
- Her: What?
- Me: You don't like meat. The way it tastes. You like meat after it's been cooked with multiple natural ingredients, things I eat. Garlic, salt, rosemary, other herbs and minerals.
- Her: ...what?
- Me: you wouldn't enjoy the taste of raw or boiled meat.
- Her: Ew... no. That's gross.
- Me: Why?
- Her: Because it's raw.
- Me: Raw, dead meat. Right. It's always that gross. You just mask it.
- Her: ... I take it back. I'd eat a raw steak.
- Me: That's fucked up, bro.
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~ Thursday, May 24 ~
Trapped wat walmart due to shitty driver’s and an asshole cop. #milledgeville (Taken with instagram)
Oh, because I often wonder who gets to define what being a ‘lady’ is. And what being a ‘gentleman’ is for that matter.
I understand the concept of being a basic human being but these gender labels… yeah, I’m not getting it.
(Source: scullandoars)
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welp
2:30 AM
still haven’t started with my homework.
But my sleepy alter-ego is already starting to make deals with me.
She’s all, “Ok ok. You can do your homework. You can even turn it in on time. But first, just sleep until fi- six… thirty. Seven. Sleep until seven. (Thirty) and then get up, take a nice hot shower, drink tea, do your homework. It’ll be the best morning you’ve had in weeks. JUST GO TO BED NOW.”
And that’s all well and good. My sleepy alter-ego always makes these greats deals.
Until my alarm goes off. She’s a wiz at rationalization. “What time is it? Seven o’fucking clock?! What the hell? That’s ridiculous. This is America. We don’t wake up at seven. Snooze that shit.”
“7:09? Are you fucking with me? You can’t just snooze for nine minutes. It’s an odd number. It’s unlucky. Rest your eyes for another minute to even it up.”
“Oh shit! You didn’t reset your alarm! What time is it?! Oh, 8:47. Class isn’t until 9:00. Sleep, my child.”
9:15 rolls around, “getupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetupgetup. why didn’t you wake up, dipshit? Oh well, you’re already fifteen minutes late. Fuck class. Go to bed.”
Another victory for Sleepy Alter-Ego.
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what the actual fuck…..
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Hamburg…
What did I just watch…
Oh god.
THESE THINGS.
Literally my face while realising that was happening 30 seconds in, and the entire rest of the video
zombie survival food
this is both disgusting and fascinating.
(Source: gxldslvgs)
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“ The female experience is different from that of the male, and if, as a male writer, you cannot accept that basic premise, then you will never, ever, be able to write women well. A man walking alone through Midtown Manhattan at three in the morning may have concerns for his safety, but I promise you, it’s a very different experience for a woman taking the same walk, and it’s different again for a man wearing a dress. Think about it. That’s a societal factor, and it’s a gendered one, and this is not and can not be subject to debate. If you’re looking to argue that sexism is a thing of the past, that the world is gender-blind, you’re not only wrong, you’re lying to yourself.
An ignorant writer is a poor liar, and a poor liar makes for a bad crafter of fiction.
An ignorant writer is a poor liar, and a poor liar makes for a bad crafter of fiction.
— Greg Rucka, in a piece for io9 (via plays-with-squirrels)
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Spend all day watching Weeds. Then all of a sudden it’s midnight and I still have all my homework to do.
Why do I do these things to myself?
Posts that have made me click the 
button
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Lilo, why are you all wet?
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MUSIC VIDEO! Crazy response so far, ily bigtime
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I hope this never dies.
