Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?
My week is basically:
- Monday #2
- Monday #3
- Monday #4
- Is that John Green
- Is it meaningful or is BBC just too cheap to buy other props
- Sherlock fandom u ok
- Can you spot the vegan
- Was that a hipster post or Doctor Who
- Is it night bloggers or just the Australians
Is it just me, or did we used to have normal-smelling shampoos before? Everything was strawberry, and peppermint, and citrus. Nice, normal things.
Now I pick a bottle up and it’s like DEW GATHERED BY MONKS FROM THE HIMALAYA MOUNTAINS MIXED WITH A ROOT OF AN ASNCLSCHBK PLANT THAT GROWS ONLY IN AN OBSCURE VILLAGE IN AMAZONIA, WITH A DASH OF MAGICAL BERRIES FROM NARNIA TO GIVE YOUR HAIR VOLUME.
AND IT STILL SMELLS LIKE CITRUS TO ME.
i solve my problems by blatantly ignoring them and going on the internet
people who fall asleep quickly and easily make me so irrationally angry
like wow it must be so nice not to lie in bed for hours replaying every negative moment you’ve ever had in your entire life every single night
have you ever seen a theme that was so ugly you died
how the fuck are all these people able to just run into celebrities in restaurants and gas stations and shit i’m lucky if i find two matching socks in a load of laundry on the first try
i am perfectly fine with having other people sit on my lap but i can’t sit on other people’s laps because i’m always paranoid that i’d crush them and they’d diE