why won’t my body cooperate? i wanted to sleep 3 hours ago. i have to be up in an hour. fuck this
My dad was telling me about these girls at his old college who invented a nail polish that paints on clear, and if you stir your drink with your finger with the nail polish on, it will react with the “Date Rape” drug and turn red.
Dude. It’s genius.
I saw this before and didn’t reblog it because it didn’t have anything to say how but now that there is a link saying how I wil reblog it.
So, I see this kind of thing a lot:
- Wow, I can’t believe I used to like that
- I was such a loser when I was 13
- What was WRONG with me
- I just found some of my writing from the 90s. How embarrassing.
And here’s what I always want to say when people say things like that: You didn’t suck then. Your old writing is nothing to be ashamed of. Your youth is nothing to be ashamed of.
You were a person, and you were younger and knew less than you do now. That’s a good thing. It means you’re still learning.
But your younger self was worthy. Good. Deserves respect. And so do other young people who are similarly young and inexperienced, and who similarly have a lot to learn.
well one of us is going to have to change
some studies for a story about twenty something year olds who used to/still swim, but are mostly disappointed with life.
“It’s Been An Adventure, Mr. Fredricksen.”
“Adventure Is Out There!”
Someone asked me to post these two companion pieces together so it was easier to reblog them.
We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.
cute things to call your partner
- ehs jus a bimp on a lerg he is
- rise like a mornin dongle
- dun eat da burrys
- skeller bonz
- sycthesz fo life
- uratour imma tour
- so fkn meeeeeetaaaaaal
- real men cri
- FUCK JOLLO
- FUCK JOLLO