It’s like some people just aren’t completely connected up in their heads.
Also, can everyone stop presuming EVERYTHING is about them?
Because not everything is.
Hard to believe, I know!
But hey.
Now in my case, EVERYTHING is about me, and I am entirely aware of it.
Because I am the fucking best.
Re-reading old texts.
These are so fucking bad.
In all of the ways.
(:
WHO DID YOU SAY THAT TOO? WHAT IS THIS AND WHERE IS MY BANANA SPLIT!
I SAID IT TO SOME DUDE THAT’S A DUDE WHO ADMITTEDLY INTIMIDATES ME.
In a good way. Like, you’re super attractive, I can’t talk good when you’re here. So, stop that.
I DON’T KNOW WHERE THE BANANA SPLIT IT, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD
Things that are difficult:
- Explaining to someone that you can’t talk particularly fluently with them because they intimidate you.
I love my job.
This is Elliott, he’s sort of adorable and hilarious and pretty much one of the coolest dudes goin’ round.
Follow him, or, just stalk him or something.
once again, i had to make this because WHEN I WAS AT BIG DAY OUT I SAW TOO MANY GIRLS LIKE THIS AND THEY JUST LOOKED SO STUPID
YOU ARE 14
i mean i was wearing jeans at big day out so i looked stupid too
but that’s a whole different story
hahaha truth.
Girls, your stomach should only be exposed if you are a prostitute or at the beach. If you are a prostitute at the beach, I will question your skills in finding customers but admire your determination.
^ REBLOGGING PURELY FOR DUFFY’S AWESOME STATEMENTS ^
And you know what? Now all of the plans suck ass.
I had finally become okay with the way I wanted to go about this.
And now I just feel fucking pathetic.
(Source: undeadlife, via rokshocka)
I’ve got this all sorted out, and nothing will be bad and everything will go well and it’ll all be okay, regardless of what everyone else says about me.
Why are you talking to me?!
I don’t like this.
You’re making me suspicious.
And, and I feel stupid, for even wanting any of this.
But I’m still here.
So, you know, whatever. Let’s all just deal.
