Sometimes when I say “I’m okay”, what I really want is for someone to hold my hand, look me in the eyes and say “I know that you’re not okay, here is $1000.00”.
Gosh I better have a nerd. Y’all keep the would-be athletic record breakers and all the shitty ways society fucks them up. I want the kid who knows I’ll go to school and beat your kids up for picking on her/him.
aw shit get it wednesday
HA! I almost forgot to reblog this today
Every Wednesday from now on.
Its wednesday yo
this never comes on my dash at the right time anymore :( i think i went two weeks without it and now i’m reblogging it on a thursday
GOD DAMN YES FINALLY BLOGGED IT ON A WEDNESDAY
(Source: get-on-the-carousel, via lenovak)
i’d really rather sit here and pick my nose than do any of this other shit waiting to get done
You are a soul. You are a mind. You are not fat. You have fat. You also have fingernails, but you aren’t fingernails, are you? You have hair, but you aren’t hair, are you? You have fat, but you are not fat. You are beautiful.
Ugh I hate hosting. I’m totally ok with inviting people over and napping while they entertain themselves