Katrina Coleman

Anyone with the right equipment can be a father, but it takes a futch to be a Daddy.

Washington Post: “Is fascism bad? The answer may surprise you”

Teen Vogue: “Here are three fun tips you can use this summer to disable an armored personnel carrier”

Methinks the gentleman doth protest TOO much.

(No, really. And I hate to admit it but I lose my absolute shit when I think about him interrupting a Very Important meeting to accuse someone of putting a pubic hair on his Coke.)

"You put this pubic hair on my Coke?" -Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas

I've said it a hundred times. We will have NO Mimi hate in my house. 💜

Shout out to my lil dumb ass lil dookie ass brain for being mostly on another planet when I need it but waking me up at three am because I didnt hear the train that usually comes clattering by my house sometime that hour.
Motherfucker mad about peace and quiet. Can't even vacation right.

Just hit a new high score for the wildest way a girl has ever asked for my number. Second place to the one who drew my face on a shirt and messaged it to me, third place to a promise to text me my star chart.

The urge to smoke 173 cigarettes and cry but you only have two and it's time to rest up for another day of hellscape.

I picked a bad time to stop masking.

AINT NO PARTY LIKE A TRACK PARTY BECAUSE A TRACK PARTY stops in 25 minutes.

Bald women are gorgeous, pass it on.

If a lack of perspiration is a danger sign for the heat, I'm Ollie Ollie Oxen Free.

UPDATE: “12 inmates indicted in Trousdale riot”

It’s a Core Civic prison. They’ve failed every audit, death rates way up.

We’re told there’s more to it, starving prisoners potentially at the root of it — yet every story only has CC or TDOC quoted.
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Princess and the Pea except its just me rolling over my rose toy eight times a night.

I did not edit this, this is the actual parade with the actual music being played.

CINEMATIC

When I go back to having signs and screaming with a backpack full of bandaids and snacks, I'll know I've become crone.

Today, i didn't bring a sign to the protest. I brought water bottles and granola bars and trash bags and masks.
If ever there was a sign I've moved from maiden to mother, this is it.

TRACK PARTY BOYS

The woman who invited me over at midnight when her husband was out of town now has a joint Facebook. I hate to see a fre bird's wings clipped.

This very much. I struggle hard with my policy of honesty and also not fucking up a kid with the truth.

Hell, I love them, too. Always a good little escape. But now, it's impossible to feel anything frivolous.

I'm currently hosting an event and trying not to lose my shit. I'm a compartmentalizing champ, but God fucking damn it.

I'm supposed to just function when the world burns, I guess. I'm not opposed to medicating mental struggles, but it occurs to me that much of my mental health is anchored in the horror of my country. Lexapro keeps me at work, I guess.

Even the people that work at Krystal seem confused and a little concerned when I order at 7 AM. Not the breakfast foods, either. Maybe related.

Oh my God, I was looking g for something else and just saw this.
I love this show a million. So good.

Unrelated, I'm so excited that there's nine more minutes of just running back and forth across the Warblington Crossing tracks for all who observe.

I'm at the need to be informed,
I'm at the desperate craving of escape,
I'm at the combination need to be informed/desperate craving of escape.

And comments are 50/50 people like me calling out silly baby behavior and folks so, so serious about their expectations for someone handing them processed food through a window.