It’s too cold and I’m still sorta upset

UGH

UGH UGH UGH UGH

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (via verbascumm)

I wish someone had told me that as a little girl.

(via robotsandfrippary)

SHIT THAT I NEEDED TO HEAR TODAY AND FOREVER MORE

(Source: emotional-algebra)

Now I’m fucking MAD.

I’m going to make fried rice.

I can’t decide where to focus my frustration, so I guess I will inevitably turn it upon myself for thinking that I could actually be free and honest and still expect guys to not think I am some sort of dumb gross weirdo

HOORAY

"The chemistry wasn’t there"- translation: "you’re too weird for me"

Oh well, back to playing with my IMAGINARY FICTIONAL BOYFRIENDS

Literally shouting aloud “BAE!” when Garrus first shows up in my Mass Effect trilogy playthrough.

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I FOUND IT

NO ONE BELIEVED ME WHEN I SAID I HEARD AN ICE CREAM TRUCK DROPIN BEATS DOWN THE STREET

NOW I HAVE A VID TO PROVE IT OMG I’M SO HAPPY I DIDN’T IMAGINE IT YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME

I’m kinda disappointed this didn’t segue into “Chain Hang Low”

The hardest part of playing Mass Effect is sitting in the character facial-reconstruction menu for half an hour, with a mirror in one hand, toggling and tweaking every little tiny detail.

But it’s well worth all that obsessive effort when the game finally starts up and you see YOURSELF commanding the Normandy.

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