May 2013
496 posts
“But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.”
– Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid (via p0sh)
ammarmali:
That half-hearted struggle to stop your relatives from giving you money.
“No no, really no, I won’t take it, please no…okay thanks.”
thebananarunt:
let’s play a game called how long can i put off my assignment until i start stress crying
petparent:
poopflow:
do you ever feel like a plastic bag
No, I always feel like a Prada bag
tears-in-the-tardis:
sometimes my mood is ‘beyonce’
but other times its ‘white person in an infomercial’
freexri:
fakehighschoolboyfriend:
a musical entitled “may, senior year” filled with hits such as:
“i never knew you wanted to join the military”
“why are you getting married”
“that’s an awful tattoo”
“what am i doing for the rest of my life”
“how will i afford deodorant in college”
“why can’t i graduate already”
“why can’t i graduate already (reprise): why am i graduating already”
I...
fefeferi:
when u accidentally hurt ur friends feelings and they insist that its fine but u know it isnt
Everyone at my school's idea of a relationship: Someone asks someone "Will you go out with me?" and the other person says yes. They hug in the hallways, hold hands in the morning before the bell rings, and they kiss at lunch. They say "I love you" after two days. The whole school agrees that they are the cutest couple ever and hopes that they will last.
My idea of a relationship: You start talking to each other and is in the "talking stage". One person asks you to go a date with them. You guys go a few more dates. You guys are dating. You guys act like a couple. You hug, you hold hands, you kiss. One person asks you to be their boyfriend/girlfriend. You guys are now officially a couple. You're in one of those relationships where you don't announce it to the whole world but you won't deny it if someone asked. You guys are comfortable around each other, you hang out outside of school. You say "I love you" when the time is right and when you actually mean it. You have a threeway with Satan. You agree that all other mortals are no better than the mud caked to your collective shoes and sacrifice the whole of your school to the Dark Lord as per his request mid-coitus. You rule the charred and ruined remains of your homeland with an iron fist. Together
youwishangelfish:
Imagine reading a book of every conversation where people have spoken about you.
