My name is Megan.
I like rats, children (except for when they sing that song from Frozen), and giving icy stares to unruly men.
Follow me for a good time.

Previously: chasingbirds, girl-shit

 

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Sometimes I drive to stores that are very out of my way just so I can spend 20 minutes singing in my car.

Just settling in for a night with u, luv.

Just settling in for a night with u, luv.

Wow wow wow today was a shitfest. I’m so happy to be home. Can’t decide whether I should get Jack in the Box and risk feeling either really amazing or really shitty, or playing it safe and eating some leftovers and a smoothie and only feeling just OK about it. ???

radicalrebellion:

feministcaptainmorgan:

baronsledjoys:

firecannotkillafitblr:

This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out “stop flirting with me!” at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because
1. I wasn’t
2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional
3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people
4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, “dude, trust me, she’s not flirting with you” to him

That asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasn’t flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.

One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have “a chance” with her.

When I asked him what made him think that, he said “Well, she talks to me.”

And this is why it is so difficult to be a girl and be friends with men who are attracted to women.

Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.

I don’t think I’m overestimating that much when I say that every male around my age that I have had a conversation with for more than 10 minutes definitely thought about banging me during that conversation. I think this is probably tru for most girls.

(Source: girlcodeonmtv)

raptorific:

Swear to god, some guys are terrified that girls are faking common interests to impress them and act really hostile towards anyone they even SUSPECT of doing such a thing

but then they turn around and fake a whole friendship in the hopes of getting sex out of girls, and get mad at them when it doesn’t work

and they super do not see the irony in that

A friend posted this on Facebook and I’m really happy I ran across it. My main gripe with country music isn’t the talk about small towns or trucks or anything to do with the music itself, it’s just the fact that so much of it revolves around the same two dimensional narrative of heterosexual-man-desires-hot-skinny-woman-with-cherry-red-lips.

Props to these ladies for being the only people (other than Queen Dolly) to make country actually fun.

art-mom:

bckyb4rnes:

youngmushroom:

hwatlarry:

  • if you are a vegan
  • great!
  • tell me and i will never serve you meat and/or try to question you about it
  • but if you ever
  • ever
  • tell me that im a killer
  • or try to make me feel bad
  • for eating meat
  • i
  • will
  • eat
  • you

ok but consider this: you should feel bad.

ok but consider this: i WILL eat you

Yo it’s a good rule of thumb to just never try to dictate someone else’s diet bc you don’t know if there are certain reasons they eat the way they do, plus it’s just none of your business

I can attest to this.

oneweekoneband:

Ke$ha - Tik Tok

I don’t wanna call this song “where it all began” partly because that seems like really bad writing, and partly because it’s not fully true, but this was certainly a song that hit the music scene like a cartoon man crashing straight through a wall and leaving a hole shaped like himself in his wake. This is the song that set up Ke$ha as someone who was never not making a joke, but somehow that message didn’t get through to a lot of people, who treated this song as some kind of deeply serious infringement upon good taste and Music. Then again, that’s totally the point, isn’t it, so good job, Kesha. (A good rule of thumb for people who hate Kesha: she is almost definitely smarter than you.)

But with all the talk about brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack and kick them to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger and the party don’t start til I walk in—that is, all the talk about how Kesha beautifully characterizes herself as a very specific kind of larger-than-life sleazy joyful party girl—something got lost in the middle. The middle got lost in the middle. I mean, the bridge of this song—it doesn’t have exactly the same tone, does it? We go from the party don’t stop woah woah oh oh to something a little more wistful, almost sad, not really kidding anymore. Something serious.

And that, I think, is the essence of Kesha: an incredible party shot through with a reminder of pain and confusion and sadness, and the idea that one of those things is happening because of the other.

You build me up / you break me down / my heart it pounds yeah you got me / with my hands up / you got me now / you got that sound / yeah you got me. This is not just about having a good time because life sucks; it’s not even really about escapism, exactly. It’s about how a lot of the most beautiful parts of life were created and loved because of the worst parts of life. It’s about how frivolity exists for a reason, and how empty fun is not empty at all. Nothing is ever really empty.

We are made by the things that happen to us, and at the same time we try to make ourselves. These two things are interlocked, and as much control as we have over who we are and what our lives are like, we cannot always have control. The party don’t start til I walk in, but you build me up, you break me down. There can be pain at the heart of any stupid joy. There can be helplessness at the heart of any steely intention. We are buffeted this way and that by even the things we choose; but at least we chose them. We do what we can. We try to be who we want to be.

*dreaming of chilled cucumber soup but eating instant ramen because I just got back from being in the car for 25 hours*

25 HOURS

Three of those were spent uncomfortably sleeping in a Holiday Inn Express parking lot, but I still count that as straight car time.

Ready to pass in to a deep and horrible sleep now. I expect to wake up with a headache. GOODBYE!

Grand Forks, ND #northdakota #theater #vscocam

Grand Forks, ND #northdakota #theater #vscocam

I was going to complain about the $9 margarita I got from this airport, but I’m actually kinda drunk.