grantaiiire: i get this really awesome rush of satisfaction when certain people reblog things from me like ah yes. i have pleased you
i am actually so self-conscious to the point where if someone is looking at me i literally feel like they’re thinking and picking out all of my flaws dear god.
snarg: i hate when ur laying down using your laptop and u open ur webcam and u look like this
playstation2chainz: so ur telling me all mothers were born today
babyferaligator: how many gummy vitamins do i need to eat to kill myself
never trust anyone who can bite an ice cream without flinching that shit’s not natural
poopflow: donuts are 0 calories if you only eat the middle
Person: How can you tell what song it is from the first 3 seconds of sound?
Me: HOW CAN YOU NOT
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you. in america we don’t say i love you 4ever we say i love you 5ever (dat means more then 4evr).
foxyblogger: when teachers just won’t stop giving you homework
liking audio posts to listen to them later and never listening to them
shutupaubrey: when i was little i used to sit alone on my swing set in my backyard and say swear words under my breath because it made me feel badass