…for reminding me of my single-ness. Yes, I’m proud of my independence, but I feel a bit like you’re rubbing my nose in it. And until a certain prospect finally admits that he likes me or vise versa, I will continue to despise Valentine’s Day with every fiber of my being. Call me a bitter bitch, but that’s how I feel.

Take the Quiz here!

I’m flattered, though I’m not really that long-suffering.

ashleytotherescue:

this isn’t all of them, just a few:

http://evilmonkeyssecretlair.tumblr.com/

http://riddler.tumblr.com/

http://sarawho.tumblr.com/

http://brieana.tumblr.com/

http://the-birdmans-wife.tumblr.com/

http://iwannabeawizard.tumblr.com/

http://loverwife.tumblr.com/

http://mel-literally.tumblr.com/

http://richwilliams24.tumblr.com/

http://mr-fahrenheit.tumblr.com/

http://lupinn.tumblr.com/

http://woundsonblisteredfeet.tumblr.com/

http://stepone.tumblr.com/

http://singular-sortof.tumblr.com/

there’s going to be more, don’t worry.

Why thank you!

ashleytotherescue:

fuckyeahslightlyamusing:

omgwhaat:

(via thelovelybones)

itfeelslikegold:

madelinestarr:

dftbawkward:

hermionejg:

(via gingerheart)

imarielle:

itfeelslikegold:

owlssayhooot:

unknown source (going through old blogs to post photos here. sorry for lack of source/credit.)

ashleytotherescue:

I was amused.

I feel mildly immature reposting this, but I loled very hard.

…Did I really just say “loled?”

In the spirit of stalkerish-ness, I give you Bono, in all his teenage, sperm-reducing pants, duck-butt hairstyle glory.

He’s quite a good writer, though.

Thank God he’s too old to dance anymore…

It makes me feel pervy. Why don’t we just call the duck a duck and say “stalking”?