I like the words in my head
But as soon as I type them out
The black 12-pt letters mock me
Nana nana, boo boo
We don’t like you
That’s when the letters begin to move:
Darting across the page
Every direction
Bumping into each other
Transferring energy
Making an incoherent mess
I reach for a blanket
I catch them in one fell swoop,
swing the bundle over my head,
throw them in the can
That’s when the letters begin to cry:
Wailing through the metal
Very loudly
Falling on their knees
Claiming to be sorry
They didn’t mean it
Too bad!
Now I have a new thought
To take out of my head
And onto the page
And off the page again
Crochet mutuals come behold sppspspspsps
My mom made this. She said you guys would drool on it.
Pattern here
Being super young for your grade is great until you try to date someone.
You're 16, so go date a 16 year old. Have fun being the senior dating a sophomore and trying not to feel like a creep.
You're a freshman in college, so go date a freshman in college. But now they're a 19 and 1 month year old adult dating a (17 and 11 month year old) minorrrr.
Obviously this doesn't apply to people that aren't in this one extremely specific situation...but does anyone else feel my pain
People tell me I'm pretty, and it makes me smile. I call other girls pretty, models pretty, instagrammers pretty. I never see the girls in the pictures move but I swear it makes them smile too. I think it's a compliment.
After being called the magic word, pretty, I wonder if I still am pretty. Someone commented how pretty I was on the pic I posted last week. How much have I aged since then? Am I still pretty? Will people dissapointed when they see me at school tomorrow? I'm not as pretty as the girl on their phones. And I'm certainly not as pretty as the other girls walking around.
Everyone calls them pretty too. And they have boyfriends that call them cute, or hot, or amazing, or beautiful. I want that too, but for now I just want someone to call me pretty again.
i wonder if Gen Z/Alpha/Beta is gonna make a movie romanticizing 9/11 the same way people made a movie about the titanic survivors...
"sorry jack, there's not enough room on this staircase"
i need u Jesus
“I keep that thang on me”
Otto Soglow in The San Francisco Examiner, California, September 6, 1932
You wouldn’t yell in the reblogs of a girl with glasses, would ya?
"So what IS that?"
When I die you have permission to turn me into a frankenstein monster, donate my blood to a vampire, put a tree in me, feed me to the rats, use my bones for tools, put my skin over a drum, or let birds nest inside me. Just don't go through my search history.
18/(she/her)/college student ★ crochet, alt rock, biology!, bad at cooking
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