no not all girls take 5 hours to get ready. no not because i want to talk about something sensitive does it mean im menstruating. no not all girls say cute every 2 seconds in a gretchen weiner voice. no maybe the reason i call myself ugly is because i have actually issues with my physical appearance, not because im searching for attention. im so over people generalizing and stereotyping girls jesus fucking christ.
i’m on tumblr all the time because i need constant reassurance that i’m not the only one failing at life
the worst is when you think you’re important to someone but they simply forget your birthday
Flawless Responses to a Wrong Number Text
You’re out of the quartet.
i lost my shit at george foreman
a sex position called the gatsby where you stare longingly at your partner from a distance
this is my favourite i consider myself a professional.
A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamt of the human world. She dreamt of blue skies, soft breeze and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was, and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness and pain. Eventually she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning…
this one time when i was seven i thought that i could talk to trees (because i had no friends), and i use to sit by them and say things and one day i was talking to my tree friend called kevin and this girl went up to me and said “are you talking to that tree, freak!” and i started crying and hugged on to the tree, and while she was laughing one of the branches fell on the girls head, thanks kevin.