Bye this is so fucking funny
I love jirais that have to work, jirais that have school, jirais that rot all day, jirais who sh, jirais who dont sh, outward explosive jirais, inward explosive jirais, younger jirais, older jirais, male jirais, female jirais, jirais who dont fit the gender binaries, jirais who wear stereotypical jirai clothes, jirais who dont wear stereotypical jirai clothes. I love all jirais
born to infodump forced to constantly worry if the other person actually cares or if im making sense or if i said something wrong or if im embarrassing myself or if they want me to stop talking or
For me being in a qpr lately is like. No we're not dating. Yes this is my boyfriend isn't he great and lovely and handsome aren't I lucky. No I don't want anyone to mistake us for romantic partners. Yes I want to marry him. No we're not "just friends". Yes I don't want people to think our friendship matters less than our love. No I don't care what people think. Yes I want you to know that we're each other's and each other's alone. No I've never had a crush on him. Yes, I love him with all my heart and soul.
It's a lot healthier to go for a daily walk than to sign up for a gym membership you won't be using because you hate that kind of exercise. It's a lot healthier to eat a frozen meal than to skip a meal because you were too tired to cook something healthy. It's a lot healthier to take a quick shower than to procrastinate an elaborate routine for days. Don't aim so high that you won't be hitting anything!
I just want to be someone's favorite.. I don't care if it's in a friendship or a relationship I just want someone to love me like how I love them..
yes i have a thing for self-loathing fictional characters being loved and in the process learning to love themselves and no that does not imply anything about me personally as a person i swear
y'know, *lights cigarette* back in my day, subcultures used to be about the culture, and not just the appearance of it to people outside of it. *puts cigarette in my mouth the wrong way* ow ouch owee ow oww
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