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Me the last time I drank

she looks like you but she’s acting like me when that martini finally hit

She really is; but she wouldn’t get pb&j crumbs all over my sheets ~

Me the last time I drank

Me the last time I drank

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Literally me

Literally me

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clockworklychee:

Jourdan Dunn by Hans Feurer Antidote Magazine SS 2013: The Street Issue

clockworklychee:

Jourdan Dunn by Hans Feurer 
Antidote Magazine SS 2013: The Street Issue

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My mother just complimented my ability to stay friends with my exes.

celeryforshort:

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I haven’t retained a single friendship with anyone I’ve slept with ever. 

The deficit was $489 billion through the first seven months of fiscal 2013, compared with $720 billion in the first seven months of fiscal 2012, a decline of $230 billion, or 32 percent. Meanwhile, the government collected so much money in April that it paid down about $50 billion of the debt it owes to investors around the world.

We’ve discussed this before. But it bears repeating: The miracle cure for deficits—last fiscal year it was $1.089 trillion—is growth and higher taxes. Now we’re getting both. In the U.S. today there are two million more people working than a year ago, at slightly higher wages. That translates into more payroll and income taxes. Payroll taxes were raised substantially on January 1, 2013, from 4.2 percent of the first $133,700 to 6.2 percent. And higher taxes on the investment and regular income of very high earners went into effect as well.

The upshot has been a gusher of income. In the first six months of 2013, revenues rose 12.5 percent from the year before. Meanwhile, thanks to declining spending on unemployment benefits, winding down of two wars, and the sequester, spending fell—about 2.4 percent in the first six months of fiscal 2013. The trends continued—and probably accelerated—in April. CBO estimated that the government reported a surplus of $122 billion in April 2013—more than twice the size of the surplus it notched in April 2012.

Add it all up, and it means the deficit is melting away.


“Our Swiftly Melting Deficit”

Or as republicans put it “OBAMA IS RUINING THE ECONOMY!”

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throwinshade:

newkidsonmycock11:

reblog if you want tatianna to be america’s next drag superstar

bye

throwinshade:

newkidsonmycock11:

reblog if you want tatianna to be america’s next drag superstar

bye

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You guise

This is my 1,200th post! Which is great because I’m pretty sure this old thing has run its course - I’m keeping it as a nice window into October 2010 though, (My tumblr activity was on-mother-fucking-point and my academic career was in shambles) 

Most white feminists look at me disdainfully when I recount some of my choice violent moments. They are appalled, morally repelled by this unbecoming behavior. One even giggled, holding her breastbone ever so lightly and saying she’s not the violent type, blah blah blah. The messages are, 1) I’m educated and you’re not, 2) I’m upper class and you’re not, 3) I’m a feminist and you’re not (since her brand of feminism is equated with nonviolent moon-to-uterus symbiosis). My “men” can do the fighting, but I, gentle maiden, shan’t; the new feminism remaking a generation in the image of the suburban, wealthy, sophisticated, genetically genteel. No one protected me when a loved one cracked my head on a public street one night, not even the college educated Upper West Side white women strolling by pretending not to notice. I don’t like getting hit either, but what are you gonna do when someone grabs your tits? Meekly whisper you won’t stoop to your attackers level? and what level is that exactly? if that’s the way “women” react, how do we classify the elderly Filipinas on a subway train who, when Joe Dickwad grabbed my ass, congratulated me for whacking him as hard as I could, screaming obscenities, and chasing him - to his utter shock and dismay - through the station? They were the few who seemed to acknowledge, respect, and allow for “aggressive” forms of resistance instead of strapping on moral straight jackets for the nineties which we “women” must squeeze into. If that’s a woman, I’m not one. I am an animal who eats, sleeps, fucks, and fights voraciously - I assume a “good” woman does it gently and in the missionary position only.
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Also me 

Also me 

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literally me 

literally me 

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I wish I grew up in the 50’s

scoundrool:

  • Classy women
  • Guys being gentlemen
  • Cute ass relationships
  • Racism
  • Sexism
  • Homophobia
  • Illness
  • Segregation
  • Cold War
  • Constant threat of nuclear war

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Outrage. Be warned.