I’m not sure if I’m depressed. I mean, I’m not exactly sad. But I’m not exactly happy either. I can laugh and joke and smile during the day, But sometimes when I’m alone at night I forget how to feel.
my uncle used to be one of those people who drove dead people to cemeteries and such
then he became a taxi driver and the person he was driving tapped his shoulder to ask a question and my uncle screamed really loud
I’m sure that’s what he thought.
Ernest Hemingway, “A Way You’ll Never Be”
I can’t wait to get married because it’s like a sleepover every night with your best friend
That’s the cutest description of marriage ever
I love the perspective you have on marriage
what did I get into?
That escalated quickly.
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My boyfriend made himself a new computer. We found that I can fit into the box that the case came in. It is my new home.
I had sex on the beach sober.
what if guys came coffee… “I’ll have one ejaculatte please”
I just spat out my coffee
You’re supposed to swallow it
oops, too latte
Johnlock fanfic drinking game: Every time the author breaks from the narrative or action just to mention that John is “decidedly not gay” take a shot and scream
the BBC needs to stop screwing around with my feels.
I love that the “Sherlock” powers that be realise how much their show means to us and play along with us - and do things that allow us to play along with them!
I laughed so hard at “I don’t know” and “something is wrong”
the twilight one is like abstract poetry
If you read it all together it’s like the most awkward, tense conversation ever.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen," I sighed. Nothing happened.
"I don’t know," he sighed.
Harry looked around, I shake my head and shrugged.
Harry stared. “I am seventeen years old.”
I frowned and he waited.
"My home is District 12."
Harry chuckled and said nothing. Now I wish I had.
I laughed. We looked at each other. I swallowed hard. He shrugged. Harry blinked and hesitates. I flinched.
He looked around. “I’m not really surprised.”
I took a deep breath, something he didn’t have last time. “Something is wrong.”
He didn’t answer. He stood up.
bloody hell that’s brilliant
don’t wear your leather jacket on hot days you could get heat stroke
remember, being punk is only fun when you’re alive
Always wear two pairs of socks under your big leather boots, there is nothing punk about getting blisters
not everyone wants to rock out as hardcore as you, always ask what other people are comfortable with, its very punk to ask how people are feeling
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