me: *trying to find a good fanfiction*
me: i’ve read that one
me: and that one, too
me: and that one
me: oh, wait, haven’t read that one!
me: *halfway through it*
me: yes i have
i’m so tired of the AU where your soulmate’s name is on your wrist. i want my enemy’s name on my wrist. i wanna know who i’m going to have to physically fight eventually. turn on your fucking location
your enemy’s name on one wrist and your soulmate the another. no clue which is which. hope it’s not the same name on both wrists.
me: good morning linda
linda, who has backpacked across europe: not nearly as good as the morning that i experienced as i saw the sunrise across Barcelona,
never underestimate my ability to stare out a window and not speak for hours on a car ride
Me when I first joined tumblr: *didnt look at the source of any posts, just reblogged what I liked*
Me now: “ok… this is a funny post… But let me check and make sure it’s not one of the 150 people I vowed never to Endorse”
kids having birthday parties and no one showing up is the worst thing im in math class and im gonna cry thinkin about this
this isn’t a blog. it’s a coping mechanism
Ur a trash ass parent if u constantly throw in ur child’s face what u
have done for them. It’s ur responsibility to care for ur child wtf.
things I’ve learned to say to boys:
-you’re not funny
-don’t talk to me like I’m dumb
-I probably know more about this than you do
-don’t fucking talk about her like that
-I’m not comfortable with this
-I don’t owe you anything
-you just repeated exactly what I said
-noStill learning but getting there
funny story
when I was in elementary school–5th grade, I believe–I was walking down the hall to get a drink and I saw some 2nd grader running down the hallway super fast.
now, since I was that one kid who always tried to enforce rules even though I had no authority, I said to the kid, “No running in the halls!”
the kid looked at me and asked, “Why not?”. then he slammed face-first into the wall.
