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Today is one of those days that I don’t want to exist with other human beings.
I’ve had a slight crush on this girl since, like… a long time. And I’ve been really wanting to kind of legit ask her on a date thing… or something. But I don’t know if I should or if she’d be into it ughhhh.
We’re supposed to be getting like a foot of snow. I’m beyond giddy. I'mma roll all over that snow tomorrow. ALL over it.
It used to say “natural born cheerleader”. I don’t think they would approve of how this shirt ended up being used years later. #IWasACheerleaderOnce
I’m in agreement that Jared’s tweet about Bieber was problematic, but Tumblr, man… Tumblr is a dark place and I get very sad to be here a lot of the time. Ya’ll take something and take it to a terrible, violent place. You’re
I’m gonna be twenty-two in like eight days. I’m the only one of my siblings from my biological mother who made it this far without having any kids. I beat them all the minute I turned nineteen, actually. Which is funny because I’ve had
Lots of firsts happening! Tomorrow will be my first time traveling alone, my first time out West and in California.
I started writing this fanfic with the intention of it being just a short little porny ficlet and I accidentally 3,000+ words and I’m estimating I’m maybe only halfway through it.
Hey there comic loving tumbley-poos! It would be really awesome if you could help out a fallen comic shop. They suffered a fire that ruined the shop and all of their inventory. They’re trying to rebuild and they need help to do it! The IndieGoGo
HA HA HA HA HAHHAH HAHAAH.So much time lost. I wonder why that is. Possibly because she blows me off EVERY TIME. I gave up because the last time she decided to “be a part of my life” she blew me off seven times in a row. She would make plans
I haven’t done one of these in a while. This guy has messaged be at least three time before this, and at one point freaked out on me when I confronted him about the homophobic, sexist bullshit in his profile.
Every time my phone goes off I feel a surge of adrenaline. And then my heart drops because it’s never you and I’m almost certain it never will be.
mother-of-snapdragons: s1uts: anticipatedrepudiation: tooth-and-nails: Your boss is not your friend. Your boss is not someone you can trust. Your relationship with your boss needs to be entirely professional. Do not do your boss favours. No working
Can’ts in my life right now:I’m basically watching my dad slowly die right nowNo dogMy bunny is on the other side of the countryHomelessProbably can’t accept the job I’m going to be offered because it conflicts with my mother’s schedule so I
Be prepared for an obnoxious amount of puppy spam.
Fall in love with somebody who tells you they’re proud of you. With somebody who genuinely cares about what’s going on in your daily life, who asks how that test went, and hugs you without being asked when you feel like you messed up. Fall
There are times that I lose myself so deeply that I doubt I ever really knew who I was to begin with. Being in my own head during these times is especially exhausting and crippling. I wanna get rid of all the clothing I own but I don’t have the money
So I had a breakdown this morning because I’ve been frustrated and things have been shitty lately and work is exhausting and then my mom was telling me I couldn’t drive to work because one of the tires needed air and I was gonna be late so
i want to date someone with scars. big ones, little ones. i love scars so much. i have several of them myself, though they’re a lot fainter than they were. but i find them to be so wonderful. and i know some scars carry painful memories (both mental
don’t mind me, just crying over videos of dogs being excited that their owners are home at 5 am i miss my puppies
i’m jealous of those who can lay down on their back without being suffocated by their own boobs
I remember being in second grade and incredibly self conscious of my butt, because it was big. I was embarrassed by how it looked, by how it moved when I walked. I remember this one time, walking on the playground, I obsessively imagined how stupid I
My boyfriend and his friends lost their friend Dan. I still don’t know how. EDIT: Apparently he got out of the car to puke and wandered off… EDIT #2: My boyfriend and his friends, in their infinite wisdom, thought it would be funny to let him out
I was just overcome with this overwhelming feeling of terror, imagining something happening to my brother like what has been happening to Black men, women, and children all around the country. Imagining my brother being killed and how like…it makes
I’m a mess. I forgot the birthday of someone incredibly important to me, someone I love. This was after I made a big deal about them telling me when their birthday is. I couldn’t wait on Monday for it to be Tuesday. Then I fucking forgot.
My ex (not this last one, but from my previous serious relationship), whose name is Hans, of all fucking things, made me feel like I was being purposely manipulative all the time. And I felt that way myself sometimes, because BPD does that. It makes you
Seriously certain people make it reallyfuckinghard to even want to try and be completely sober for just one fucking day. No, you may not walk all over me. No, you may not walk in and out of my life as you please. No, you may not only talk to me when
If anyone needs me I’ll be over here hating everything for the rest of forever
Raul: “Baby what do you think would be a good first pet for our daughter?” Me: “I dunno.. Not something boring and lame like a fish. But not something super hard to take care of like a dog or a cat. Probably like a rat or hamster or
Today was not okay. 2 more days and I’ll be on a plane with my husband out of here for a few days and I can get past this. Breathe. Sleep. Repeat.
Last night was great. All access wristbands always make everything go so much smoother (He still has the availability to be able to go in and out of the pit, and I have the availability to go in the back or side stage if I want to get away from everyone).
Accepting the fact that i’ll be alone for the rest of my life, like what’s wrong with me
One of those nights where I feel absolutely worthless If only it was possible to leave earth for a little bit without actually having to be dead
What can be worse than this eternal feeling of sadness?
I’m just gonna sit here, pop a Xanax, have a glass of wine, watch Clueless and be sad about my life
I’ve never been one of those people who wants a guy to sleep next to them at night but god damn that would be swell right now
alllll I want is you and a lifetime supply of xanax and I’ll be a happy camper
what do you do when you think one of your best friends might not be your friend at all?
Please continue to ridicule/be mad/hold a grudge/etc against me for something that was completely out of my control
I have tons of friends, family, and everything to be happy about… But why do I feel so fucking alone
