Today in a debate I told the entire class the friendzone doesn’t exist and three boys gasped like I told them their parents had died
Ludovic Florent's series “Poussières d’étoiles” (Stardust).
This is fucking gorgeous
Me: I want cuddles
Me: but I don’t want you to touch me
Me: because everything hurts and I’m nauseous
Me: but I also want a grilled cheese
Me: and maybe some brownies
Me: no wonder I’m so bloated and fat
Me: WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME I’M PRETTY
Me: YOU’RE A DOUCHE
Me: leave me alone.
Me: no, come back, I want to cuddle you
For a long time all I wanted for Christmas were books about outdoor survival. I was convinced that the woods were calling me. I camped a lot, I took classes. At 18, I told myself if I don’t live in the woods by myself by the time I’m 25, I have failed.
[…] I swear to God, if you saw me when I am by myself in the woods, I’m a lunatic. I sing, I dance. I do crazy shit.
Nobody won this day
i can’t breathe
my dance style ranges from white dad at a barbecue to stripper whose rent is due tomorrow
i wanna get super rich so i can do cool stuff like tip waiters $1000 or pay off people’s student loans for fun
it’s 2014 and food can still make you fat get it together science