Ok But Like. What The Fuck Is There To Do On The Internet Anymore?

did you guys ever read the geronimo stilton series

she has been pickled for her crimes

hey my old jeans aren't "ill-fitting", they're "so so so full of girl" thankyouverymuch

Monsoon

A 2pm appointment can take all day when you're autistic

want to learn how to properly put my hair in buns so i can have little mouse ears!

saw an episode of Kitchen Nightmares where Gordon sadly complained about how hungry he was after the tasting phase of the episode like yeah man every single place you go to you pick at your food for five minutes, take one bite and say "Absolutely Horrid. Take back this entire plate." you should've brought some granola bars or some shit you've been expecting this

today's my 4-year hormone anniversary ^.^

one thing I really like about my relationship with my boyfriend is that we can express negative feelings about each other's actions without assigning blame or requiring apology. I mean like for morally neutral things like "it drives me crazy when you leave a wet towel on the floor instead of hanging it up"

cause now like instead of "oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to drive you crazy, I'm terrible and unsocialized" or "um well that's dumb, who cares" it's like

"it does? I didn't know that. how come?"

"because it will mildew and I keep tripping over it and I don't know whether you intend to reuse that towel or whether it needs to go in the wash"

"okay so usually if I intend to reuse it I hang it up, and if it needs to go in the wash I drop it on the floor. I guess because I thought I shouldn't put it in the hamper because it would get all the other dirty clothes wet and then THEY might mildew before we do the laundry."

"that's valid. what if we have a specific place to hang wet towels that need to be washed? how about this one hook here"

"perfect!"

no hurt feelings, nobody being made to feel shitty and sloppy on one hand or uptight and bitchy in the other hand. just, we're partners right? let's workshop this

accidentally went into a men's restroom because I glimpsed the letters "M-E-N" and recognized those as the last three letters of "women" and thought I had all the information I needed