A message from Anonymous
Advice by a guy who likes football: you should tone it down when it comes to what players you think are hot. That's why guys don't respect girls when it comes to football: they might now a thing or two, but they ruin it by being too vocal about the player's looks.
A reply from headsupgirl

advice by a girl who doesn’t give a fuck: the reason why guys don’t respect girls when it comes to football is because those guys are insecure little pricks who are scared of a vagina with an opinion on something they consider to be strictly masculine and they try to disguise it as respect. ironically enough, we don’t want to be within a one mile radius of guys like you, so don’t worry, you’re safe, your home made girl repellent is working.

i’ve got news for you and the rest of the male chauvinistic pigs out there: a girl equalizing you in football knowledge does not make you less of a man. being a sexist ass with no balls to even show his face does. because a real man acknowledges a woman’s opinion without trying to resort to biology to rule it out. 

YOU should tone it down with the pep talk, buddy. i’m not apologizing for being a football fan who happens to be a straight woman. life is not a video game, you don’t need man points to get to the next level.

Being hopped up on painkillers post wisdom tooth removal seemed like the perfect opportunity to put my gif skills to good use. I think my favorite is the Nick and Mariah one—click for more here: (via 7 Romantic Comedies Starring Your Favorite Celebrities)

Being hopped up on painkillers post wisdom tooth removal seemed like the perfect opportunity to put my gif skills to good use. I think my favorite is the Nick and Mariah one—click for more here: (via 7 Romantic Comedies Starring Your Favorite Celebrities)

Just in case anyone doubted my devotion to THINK LIKE A MAN, I made it into my bday party invitation.

Just in case anyone doubted my devotion to THINK LIKE A MAN, I made it into my bday party invitation.

Portrait of a crazy kitten lady, on her bday, inside and out.

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Harbaugh moved up the team’s practice and is taking the players to the movies.

He surprised the team with the news after practice, and said they had 18 minutes to shower, grab a bite and get on the bus. The team is seeing the movie “Lucy,” an action movie starting Scarlett Johansson.

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Ravens Go To The Movies For Team Bonding Everything about this story is hilarious to me. I have SO MANY thoughts:

1. What did Joe Flacco buy when he realized they don’t stock Haribo pineapple gummy bears at the Owings Mills theater?

2. Who picked the movie?  Is John Harbaugh too good for STEP UP ALL IN 3D?!

3. Can you imagine taking the day off work to go see Lucy all on your lonesome, only to have the entire  Ravens team + coaching staff, in all of their hulking glory, crash your treat-yo-self day?

"They have nowhere to be and there is no one in the world who knows where they are, no one but each other, and there is no one else they need. Not now, not ever, just the two of them, sun-browned bare-skinned salt-haired girls, brimming over with joy."
Sarah McCarry, Dirty Wings
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“But all of my babies know that I preach all day.… I ain’t trying to hide no light under no bushel. Everybody needs a little light in their life, and when they need prayer they know where to come, because they know I love them all, and I ain’t judging nobody.”

Wright said, “As long as you keep yourself in love with people, you can transcend time.”

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An Important Ranking: Favorite Gingers

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1. Whiskey ginger

2. Ginger beards

3. Ginger (foster) kittens

It frightens me how much I would have LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED 5 Seconds of Summer if I was 12. I mean enjoy them so much right now, and I’m a full grown adult, but even I can recognize that their songs were written for children.

 Exhibit A:

But then I asked for your number,
Said you don’t have a phone

YES. THIS WAS MY LIFE. My parents didn’t care that they were ruining my (non existent) middle school social life by depriving me of a phone. Then I finally got a phone and it took me SO MANY YEARS (probably five minutes) to figure out how to text a boy back that I liked him, that he BEAT ME TO IT and was like, just forget about it. (Clearly, he was a winner). Anyway, the guys of 5 Seconds of Summer would have understood. 

Exhibit B:

Don’t stop doin’ what you’re doin’
Every time you move to the beat
It gets harder for me
And you know it, know it, know it

HOW CAN ANYONE SING THIS WITH A STRAIGHT FACE? I DIE. All I picture is 12 year olds around the world giggling at the word “hard.” It’s so perfect. 

Exhibit C:

They have a song that is basically them singing “Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me/Here’s To Teenage Memories” over and over again, which is exactly what I expected being a teenager was going to be like. (Then I went to an all girls’ school and poof! that dream went down the drain REAL quick.)

laurenmorrill:

When I saw that Robin Williams had died of a suspected suicide, I was flooded with feelings of sadness. Sadness for him, for his family, for all the great performances we got, but also all the great performances we’ll miss. But also because I know how bad depression can be, and how it can affect a person you’d never expect, and how it can defeat them.
My first book, Meant to Be, is dedicated to my Aunt Inger. She was basically my second mother, and growing up I thought she was the coolest person in the world. A corporate lawyer in New Orleans who was also an avid horsewoman, I used to spend several weeks of the summer with her. She’d sign me up for horse camp and riding lessons and horse shows. She bought me Esprit clothes, which trust me, in the late 80s/early 90s was basically the height of fashion for a tween. She gave me my very first Sweet Valley High Book one summer when I was staying with her and came down with chicken pox. She took me to Mardi Gras and introduced me to snoballs and was just generally an amazing woman.
And when I was 13, she laid down in her garage with her car running and never got up again.
It made absolutely no sense to me then, and it makes absolutely no sense to me now. But that’s the thing about suicide. It makes absolute sense to the person experiencing those thoughts and none at all to the people left behind. For those of us left behind, we just wonder if we could have loved you harder or better. But depression doesn’t work like that.
Just like you can’t love away cancer, depression is a disease that requires treatment, and all we can do as the people left behind is to urge anyone having those feelings to please please please seek help. Tell someone. Tell anyone. Ask for help. Because I would do anything, pay any price, go through any trial, to have her back, and I promise you that someone feels that way about you, too, even if you can’t imagine it right now.
The number for the National Suicide Prevention Hotline is 1-800-273-8255. There’s no shame in depression. There’s no shame in suicidal thoughts. There’s no shame in a suicidal attempt. Please get help.

laurenmorrill:

When I saw that Robin Williams had died of a suspected suicide, I was flooded with feelings of sadness. Sadness for him, for his family, for all the great performances we got, but also all the great performances we’ll miss. But also because I know how bad depression can be, and how it can affect a person you’d never expect, and how it can defeat them.

My first book, Meant to Be, is dedicated to my Aunt Inger. She was basically my second mother, and growing up I thought she was the coolest person in the world. A corporate lawyer in New Orleans who was also an avid horsewoman, I used to spend several weeks of the summer with her. She’d sign me up for horse camp and riding lessons and horse shows. She bought me Esprit clothes, which trust me, in the late 80s/early 90s was basically the height of fashion for a tween. She gave me my very first Sweet Valley High Book one summer when I was staying with her and came down with chicken pox. She took me to Mardi Gras and introduced me to snoballs and was just generally an amazing woman.

And when I was 13, she laid down in her garage with her car running and never got up again.

It made absolutely no sense to me then, and it makes absolutely no sense to me now. But that’s the thing about suicide. It makes absolute sense to the person experiencing those thoughts and none at all to the people left behind. For those of us left behind, we just wonder if we could have loved you harder or better. But depression doesn’t work like that.

Just like you can’t love away cancer, depression is a disease that requires treatment, and all we can do as the people left behind is to urge anyone having those feelings to please please please seek help. Tell someone. Tell anyone. Ask for help. Because I would do anything, pay any price, go through any trial, to have her back, and I promise you that someone feels that way about you, too, even if you can’t imagine it right now.

The number for the National Suicide Prevention Hotline is 1-800-273-8255. There’s no shame in depression. There’s no shame in suicidal thoughts. There’s no shame in a suicidal attempt. Please get help.