One time in sixth grade I was being bullied really badly, and this whole circle of people gathered around me and the girl that was bullying me, and she smirked and went ‘You dumb rich bitch.’ And everyone was like OOOOOOH and I stood there for a second before pulling 20 dollars out of my wallet, placed it in her hand, and said “Buy some better insults.” And I swear the entire lunchroom rioted.
you’re currently witnessing a fine piece of procrastination
My parents spent half our dinner talking about one of their friend’s daughter’s anorexia and about how terrible it is that young girls feel the need to starve themselves to be thin, and then spent the other half of our dinner criticizing me for wearing shorts because I’m apparently ‘a big girl’ and ‘don’t have the body for clothes like that.’ If that’s not fucked up I don’t know what is.
it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie
so APPARENTLY the turn it off and on again method doesnt work for life support machines
It’s like, I wanna wear beautiful dresses, but I also wanna wear sweats and huge t-shirts. But then I also wanna wear 50s clothing, and also fancy royal 1700s dresses. But then I just wanna wear jeans and a sweater with a messy bun, and maybe tights and pretty shirt, but then there’s flannel shirts. And then there’s the Hogwarts uniform, but there’s also a camp half blood t-shirt, and aLSO LEATHER JACKETS, YOU FEEL ME?
have you ever just taken such a liking to a certain band member that everything they do makes you happy and everything they say makes you want to hug them and they’re just so perfect in your eyes and you want to get rid of anything that’s ever made them sad and make sure they’re never sad again or is that like just me
me whispering to my dog in the dark: hey.. you still up?
why do i always assume everyone looks like their icon
im not kidding
if your icon was a goat
i would think that you are a goat