Two Truths & A Lie









Sarah/24/Louisville, KY

I like fart humor and "that's what she said" jokes, enjoy tinkering with cars and computers, spend most of my time asleep in my bed, dislike cigarettes, still say "safety" when I fart, find being independent extremely fulfilling, and loooooooooove sushi. I am just your average above average individual. Me


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it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie

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bluephoenix52: knowhomo: I only met one other homosexual in the army. That was in Le Havre in 1917. We was on the boat coming home. I don’t know how these things work, whether it’s through conversation, or whether it’s the attitude of the individual concerned, but we seemed to come together, see. All of a sudden his arm was round my neck and this, that and the other, and then, of course, one thing led to another. And that was Phil, my affair that I had for seven years. When I come out of the army we stuck together. I was living at the time in Ilford. I rejoined the army in 1920, then I went out to Germany. I was living with Phil at the time and I saw him when I came home on leave and we kept a flat together. I was in the army because the army was my life at that period. He was somebody just like a wife to come home to… … I don’t think our friends or family knew, yet they had a very good suspicion. Phil and I often talked about it, only he said, well, he says, as long as we love each other, what’s it to do with other people? And that was the true situation. Text: First person account as told by Gerald, born 1892, Norfolk, England.  Excerpted from Between the Acts: Lives of Homosexual Men 1885-1967, Jeffrey Weeks and Kevin Porter (eds) (story found thanks to: www.woolfandwilde.com) “As long as we love each other, what’s it to do with other people?” 


Mirror: you look cute today
Camera: lol no
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yeezytaughtme:

  1. love yourself like kanye loves himself
  2. believe in yourself like kanye believes in himself 
  3. know you’re the shit like kanye knows he’s the shit

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lindsaytheamazing: femmeempathmagus: deafmuslimpunx: exquisitedialectics: takealookatyourlife: Aiya Van Kooten everyone When Aiya Van Kooten stood face-to-face with a burglar in her bedroom, her left eye twitched, then she went into “predator mode”. “I screamed at him… jumped off my chair, leaped over my bed and sprinted after him down the stairs,” she said. http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/crime/8626910/Predator-mode-scares-off-burglars This is the best story of my life “Although she was the only one home, Van Kooten said she had no regard for her safety - instead, she said she was just overwhelmed with “rage“….. ummmmm Hero!!!  Haha, badass Muslim woman. Love it!!! Real living Superheroine. Hell. Yeah.


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vandalswithjetpacks:

The idea that people had sex before the 20th century really freaks me out. Like George Washington probably got a blow job and that makes me uncomfortable.

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