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

 

*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.

Oh happy day. #smoothie #boba #vscocam

Oh happy day. #smoothie #boba #vscocam

I guess the other, sadder part, is that I feel so affected by it because I subconsciously feel like it is my duty to be a good and worthy object of desire. I certainly know that I’m not alone in this. It’s like everything I have ever thought, or did, or said goes out the window if my fucking ass isn’t the “right” kind of ass because some asshole thinks it is his place to even have something to say. I’m sorry, but I don’t personally think that some people are worthy of having opinions about what is attractive to them. I would be overjoyed to strip objectifying assholes of all sexual or romantic desire. If I were a superhero, that would be my duty.

I wish trigger warnings could be more specific and also continue to exist once I log off of the internet. For example, I’d like to see flashing red lights in my eyes and immediately be teleported to a field of flowers when I hear a man talking, in stunning detail, about how hot a particular person or feature is. Any time I hear somebody use the phrase “that ass/that body/those tits” unironically, I feel like I want to puke. Literally.

Don’t say you need me when you’re leaving, you leave again. 
I’m stronger than all my men except for you.

(Source: lana-del-grey)

I care less about the acceptance and more about me being the lyrical ill bitch that I am. Knowing that I am lyrically better than most of the male rappers out there, yes I’m gonna say it, I don’t get the credit that I deserve. -Nicki Minaj

But it’s tru. Every time I hear a song ft. Nicki Minaj, she always blows that asshole out of the water. Every time.

(Source: allnicki)

not-blonde:

Winona Ryder in high school
“I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.“Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’”


My parents are from Petaluma. Some racist shit has been said there. I am literally related to almost every Japanese person in that town. No joke. Nearly. Every. One.

not-blonde:

Winona Ryder in high school

“I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.

“Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’”

My parents are from Petaluma. Some racist shit has been said there. I am literally related to almost every Japanese person in that town. No joke. Nearly. Every. One.

In case anyone was wondering whether or not I decided to dye my hair, the answer is yes, however the dye didn’t even really even out my roots so whatever I think I’m just born to be a glamorous grunge queen.

I would like to quickly note that, as a person who has spent most of their life with a toxic, obsessive relationship with food, the term “clean eating” is unnerving.
I hope to elaborate in the near future, but for now, just keep that in mind if you peruse fitness blogs etc.