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| ahhh-men. |
blessed are the pours & spirits, for they make the boring fun.
blessed are the firstborn, for they are the only ones worth saving.
blessed are the skinny bitches, for they shall inherit no girth.*
blessed are they who hunger and thirst for bluntness, for their tongues shall have their kill.
blessed are the flexible, for they shall impress yoga classes and sex partners.
blessed are the pure of snark, for they shall be god[desses].
blessed are the sass-shakers, for they shall shake with sass.
blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of being right [all the time], for they shall be right [all the time].
*by "skinny bitches," i do not mean girls who are bitchy because they do not properly nourish their bodies. i am referring to girls who eat well and take care of their bodies and do lots of cool active stuff like yoga and are inherently moody. thisbloginnowaysupportsanorexiaorbulimiaoranytypeofdisorderedeating.
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| i'll take my moody merlot with ice. no comments from the wine snobs, europeans, or the pistachio gallery. |
moody mudra,
in full effect.
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