I still read it.
Even though it isn’t true anymore and even though you and I can probably never really be friends again, I read the good instead of the bad. And I remember that once, some time ago, you could at least tolerate me.
“You are an enigma… as a child, you knew things you shouldn’t have known and as a young adult, you are wise beyond your years. I feel like as I was raising you, you were also raising me to a higher level of, well, awareness and thinking and loving. What a tremendous gift you are!” By saying this, my mother has made me strong enough to finish out my first year of college.
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I Don't Write Anymore.
Writing used to be my vent. All my heat, sorrow, worries- all bad emotions steamed out. I always wanted to be the person who ran or punched something to release pent up feelings, but that’s never been me. Instead, I plopped down in front of my computer and wrote. I always typed because no mistakes are permanent on a computer screen. It’s one of the only arenas in which I could truly,...
I wonder if you ever wonder about me.
mom: you realize normal people don't have such strong feelings about the oxford comma
me: THE OXFORD COMMA IS IMPORTANT
mom: you realize this makes you a nerd
me: i had a party with the strippers, george bush and barack obama
me: i had a party with the strippers, george bush, and barack obama
me: without the comma, you are implying that george bush and barack obama are strippers
mom: this isn't normal
im-mr-brightside: dicksoclock: oh god so earlier today my dad and i came back from grocery shopping and we were putting everything away and he pulls a box of my tampons out of the bag and turns to me and says “where do these go?” and there was kind of this awkward moment of silence before i went “…my vagina” and then he kind of just fell over and nearly cried and was like “WHICH CUPBOARD...
so driving back from the city yesterday, i get a...
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It amazes me how people can be so remarkably eloquent when they want to be, their words pure perfection and beauty, saying all those things that you remember forever because, well… how could you forget? Then those same people use their same broad vocabulary, that same fluid eloquence for the exact opposite. For the words you can never forget because few things cut as deep as a well-worded...
Someone I know posted something on Facebook about how ludicrous the idea of gay marriage is, about how if we are going to support gay marriage then we would naturally have to support polygamy, polygyny, incestuous marriages, and all other forms of marriage. Everyone’s changed their pictures to the red equality sign, and now I have too. I wasn’t planning on doing that, I generally...
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Why is it “will you marry me”? Why does no one say “may I marry you”?
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Going to bed before midnight.
Not only is the lining of my uterus bloodily abandoning my body, but I am also sick. Because one on its own is apparently not enough.
Life’s too short to wait for things like permission and approval.
So I don’t know if you knew but there are these new mouthwash bottles. And when you squeeze the bottle the top fills up. “Drink” it… And no more will come out. So here’s my proposition… YOU WILL NEVER NEED A SHOT GLASS AGAIN YOUR MOVE ALCOHOL INDUSTRY