Days off are massively important. Like I need some space to myself. I’ve always been like that, you can ask my mum. She said when I was a kid, if I was in a room with too many people for too long and it was too much going on, I would just go upstairs sit in a room by myself and play with my toys by myself.
one of my friends who’s a girl said “i wish i had a gay best friend!!” and i said, “well, would if i was a lesbian” and she said, “ew no i mean like a gay guy not a girl” and i said “well whats the difference” and she said, “one is cute and one is gross” and i literally just stopped talking to her
i’m glad plants can’t talk because when you’d water them they’d make gross drinking noises and be like “mmmm MMMMMmmmm MMMMMM” and it’d be SO UNCOMFORTABLE
and then when you stepped on grass it’d be like “oi what the fuck m8”
is ur grass australian
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
plot twist: people begin to find you attractive in real life and not just on tumblr
Plot twist: People begin to find me attractive on Tumblr
Plot twist: People begin to think I’m attractive.
Plot twist: People begin to think
At my school there’s a rule that only one student can be out of class at a time with a hall pass, but today in math a bunch of people forgot their graphing calculators so my math teacher yelled, “EVERYBODY, GO. RUN. THEY CAN’T CATCHH ALL OF YOU.”
this is amazing