An Overture of Cats

Today I am text post heavy and sad that I am not in a position where I can afford the clothes I like.I have a good sized wardrobe, I guess, but it’s not full of clothes that I actually like- it’s mostly just comfortable and tolerable.

While I don’t think that everyone has to care about clothes, I personally really enjoy clothes. I want to get to a point where I legitimately like everything in my closet, instead of only wearing the clothes I actually like on special days. And clothes don’t make the girl, but I would walk around feeling so much happier if I could look as good as I feel like I deserve to look.

I spent all of high school not caring what I looked like, but now I actually want to put effort into my appearance and it bothers me that I have to settle on tee shirts and tank tops and ill-fitting pants on most days. I am doing what I can by altering my tee shirts into something more wearable, but the fact of the matter is I really only enjoy maybe 30% of my clothing.

I consider myself a fairly confident person, but my confidence is diminished when I feel like I have to dress badly.

I am both lonely and grouchy so I’m like “I wish someone would talk to me but not really because I might be mean”.

shutupaubrey:

someone’s job is to sit there and write clean lyrics to raunchy songs for kidz bop

(via katastrophicallynerdy)

Abbey Gives Too Much Information

So, this period one of my least favorite periods ever. I can’t guarantee this won’t get a little gross, but I will keep the icky details to a minimum.

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My uterus is trying to say I am not pregnant, which I appreciate and all, but I would be good with it being written on a cake or something. Isn’t that how most good news is delivered? Not with cramps, headaches, cold sweat, and the loss of blood.

Oh god I just sneezed. I think my uterus just popped out.