life tips

rackers’ life tips: part 3

1. when it comes to spending time with ur family, ALWAYS PUT YOUR PHONE IN THE CHOOK

 (courtesy of Efkarpidis night. luv u guys)

2. if you don’t like me – that’s okay! just stop feeding my ego and get the fuck off my blog

3. make it a habit to watch sunrises or sunsets or both cause it can restore the magic feeling in ur soul

today’s magic

4. eat ur greens n eat ur genitals

5. stoooop the fucking girl hating! she probably has NO IDEA that you used to fuck/date that guy and even if she does she STILL doesn’t deserve the hate

6. don’t shit on ur mates dreams

7. be HAPPY for ur whippy friends

8. drink so much water u need to piss yourself all the time

9. apparently coconut oil is rlly good for vaginal duties and also lube

10. tinder does not mean looking for relationship. tinder also does not mean DTF asap.

life tips

rackers’ life tips: part 2

1. never pull an all nighter when you have work/kids to look after the next day. even if they’re low maintenance kids, that fucking show on netflix is not worth the lack of sleep (except it totally was) (shameless is my shameless addiction) (srsly had 3 hrs of sleep in 32 hours)
 perk for the early rise/no rise at all just continuing my day long ass day

2. WEAR that bold lipstick. and kiss so many boys that they end up wearing it too

3. sleep naked

4. “when a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.”

5. PLEASE occasionally make your private insta profile public so i can stalk you!….😊

6. stop using the word ‘slut’ as a shameful and deregatory word! as if sleeping around isn’t a completely common thing nowadays.

7. on that note, sleep around all you want BUT BE SAFE. make sure at leas ONE form of contraceptive is being used.

8. on that same note, sleep around all you want with fellow SINGLE humans.

9. don’t get emotionally attached to a tinder bae. (until you’ve been dating/seeing each other/sleeping together long enough that you refer to them as their real name instead of ‘tinder bae’.)

10. books


my longest chip

i’m so incredibly grateful for all the support that my words have gotten over the past month! nearly hit 1,000 views on the blog – and now you can find ya gal on facebook @ Rackers – in da city. here’s a throwback thursday story for ya because i don’t have the brain power to write an opinionated/proper post today.

the story of my longest chip

it has been established that i am the weirdest in my family. shout out to monique who said that ‘everything is wrong with me’ when i got my glasses. nothing physically wrong with me (except my eyesight), it’s all in my head. i’m fucked in the head. especially when it comes to sharing food with my family.

it was one fateful day that my lovely mother decided to buy all five of her children some beloved Micky D’s. naturally, as a family, you’re going to have to share your food. why the fuck i needed to share my chips with any of them since they already ate theirs, i’ll never know. but i agreed to monique having a chip. and she took my longest chip.

naturally, as any child would, i got a bit upset about it. like, man, that was my longest chip. but not so naturally, but as any rackers would, i threw a fucking tantrum. SHE TOOK MY LONGEST CHIP! i honestly don’t know how mum kept a straight face or took me seriously in any of the tantrums i threw, because i was the most ridiculous child who, as it turns out, overreacted over silly things.

you see, the other day at work, one of my colleagues had one of my chips – and she took my longest chip. but, i’m 21, an adult, and totally and completely over the way i used to overreact about things……………… until i was on my own and i had a little cry over the longest chip that, once again, has been taken away from me.

i’ve experienced some terrible losses already in my life. but none so much as my longest chip.

*some parts may be exaggerated
*literally only part exaggerated is my last part
*fuck u monique u still owe me ur longest chip


let’s talk

happy fucking new year. good riddance to the worst fucking year of my life. i’m not really one to believe that a new year brings good beginnings, cause you can change your life at any given moment, but this one felt a bit better. nothing worse could happen to this family, right?

happy fucking new year. i wake up on the second day of our fresh start to my sister crying, trying to tell me something. what in the world could have happened?
do the rest of the family know? how do we tell them? do we wait until they get to sydney? could we have changed something? we saw him just a week ago. when christmas was shitty enough without our favourite person. what about next christmas? oh man. this is going to suck.

how are the boys? are we going to see them?

what do we even say? holy shit. this is how people felt with us four months ago. there’s nothing to say. ‘i’m here for you?’ fuck i hate that bullshit saying.

happy fucking new year. the whole family’s together again. we stand in a group, tearstained faces and all. 

‘lets not meet like this again.’

‘please, next time ensure it’s a wedding.’

no one can imagine the demons he was facing, every day, from an extremely young age. many would not even be able to think of the shit he was put through, from such a young age. some still don’t understand the concept of depression, and how hard the battle can be with yourself. he had someone to talk to, every day of his life, his baby sister. he had someone to help him through the darkest days. she was taken from us, far too young, the most incredible woman we could have ever been blessed with. he fought, hard, for four more months. but he lost with himself. if only if only if only. if only he had have talked to us at christmas time. if only i hadn’t have given him those photos for christmas. if only if only if only. if only i’d have known.
‘suicide is the coward’s way out.’ that is honestly one of the most disgusting phrases i’ve had friends [more than one] say. cue ridiculous arguments. cue silent treatment from ya gal. cue ok you are so wrong about this but u still ma frand [even tho u dumbass].

what we need is education. educate yoself b4 u wreck yoself. how incredibly hard it is to face these demons, and how incredibly hard it is to talk about these feelings, and how incredibly common it is to be feeling this way.
depression is still a terribly hard subject to talk about. but it’s what needs to be talked about the most, and there are so many ways to explain depression. JK Rowling writes about dementors in Harry Potter, as a symbolism of depression. i think that’s a pretty spot on depiction, but still will never really explain it for those fortunate enough not to experience such a shitty, shitty condition.

i don’t give a fuck if you feel like you shouldn’t be feeling like that. if ‘nothing that bad‘ has ever happened to you. cause if you feel it, you feel it. and it’s okay. just talk to someone, and get the help you need. 

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life tips

rackers’ life tips: part 1

1. don’t forget bout your friends just cause someone of the opposite sex is giving you attention

2. kiss people. lots and often. i don’t and i wish i did

3. don’t be ashamed to order your really weird coffee preference. who gives a fuck what the barista thinks bout making your skinny extra hot tall caramel cappucino with no chocolate and a dash of honey with 3 sugars. they gotta make it anyway

4. invest in a vibrator. boys, you too. stick it up your ass. keep testing your limits

5. ALWAYS be careful what you put into writing (haHahHahHa take ur own advice rackool)

6. feelings are dumb. don’t have them. (i have so many. so many. too many. help me)

7. eat lots of pineapple.

8. having a tinder bio that says ‘i will make you cum by my tongue’ does not make me want to test that

9. don’t wax your own fucking eyebrows. unless you want byebrows

10. even if she has small titties, don’t ignore them. it’s impolite

until next time lovers. peace