trying to explain why i don’t want to open youtube in public without saying that it’s all whimper audios and fnaf playthroughs
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Being gay is seeing some random hottie and simultaneously thinking, "body goals" and "marry me," followed by a hard cut to you alone at night in an empty mcdonald's carpark scream-crying into a large big mac meal, ten nuggets, and a caramel sundae.
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when he says the lemonade isn't sweet so squeeze my juice on it
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honestly it SUCKS to have a f/o with a lot of merchandise available. it ALWAYS results in my heart and head arguing. like
Heart: F/O looks so cute here !! I need this keychain ASAP !! I want to walk around with a tiny version of them…
Head: Well, I suppose one keychain won’t hurt our bank account—
Heart: OHMYGOD have you SEEN this plushie?? Look at the little arms and legs!! Perfect for cuddling. You’re coming home with me!!
Head: Uh… yeah, okay… but that should really be the last—
Heart: This figure can watch over me while I study/work. It’ll definitely motivate me!!
Head: wait—
Heart: I NEED 50 OF THEM
Head: STOP WE DONT HAVE THAT MUCH MONEY
Heart: I DONT CARE!!!!
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I don’t know how to explain the feeling you get when you get those moments where you realise holy shit I’m still here. I survived. when for so long you thought you never would.
Sobbing at a club as the clock ticks over to midnight marking my birthday, and the overwhelming realisation that I made it.
Sitting at the My Chemical Romance concert, hearing I am not afraid to keep on living, and feeling thirteen year old me who listened to that song like a mantra, rising to the surface and feeling relief that I did make another seven years.
It’s euphoric and devastating, a reminder of all the pain endured. But that’s the point- I endured it. I got through it. If I did it all those times before, I can do it again. I can keep on surviving.
I am not afraid to keep on living.
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sometimes my heart feels so heavy and sad when i think about pandora and the na’vi. sometimes i feel like i truly belong there instead of here.
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They never told me how hard it is to say my words unedited
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woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.
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girl blogging about the soul-crushing books were reading and the feelings we're failing to drown and the yummy new snacks we're learning to make
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Me after an 11-hour shift:
That's it. I'm done– I am done. I have had it up to here with these stinky animals. If I have to even look at another cat or dog, I swear I'm gonna lose it...
Me arriving home to my animals 20 minutes later:
Oh hello, my stinky fur babies! My grungy little fuzzballs! My handsomest bois! My sweetest girls! My precious freeloaders! My–
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if there was an extra hour in the day i would spend all of it brushing my teeth
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i feel like growing up with a very affectionate and emotional mother, but an unaffectionate and emotionally distant father has made me very affectionate and emotional but afraid to show it
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Five (about his powers): I love them, they're very cool. Although they still insisting in fuck my life
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i remember when i was younger i thought it was unrealistic when fictional characters would refer to theirselves by their own name, cause who could actually stand to think, say, or hear their own name!
haha
anyways i now that the egg has cracked i will not stop making puns of my name
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Me at 19, walking around at night like a dumbass: That car has slowed down and is driving past really slowly. Predatory! Danger! Sus!
Me at 33, driving at night: Oh NO, a pack of Youths! I better slow the fuck down in case one of them does something stupid like run out into the street.
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