Me: Do you want any help, Mom? Mom: No thanks, sweetie. 5 minutes later… Mom: HONEST TO GOD, IT’S LIKE NONE OF YOU CARE AROUND HERE. IF I LEFT YOU FOR A WEEK, I’D COME BACK, AND YOU’D PROBABLY BE DEAD BECAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO ANYTHING FOR YOURSELVES. HONESTLY, I DO SO MUCH, AND I’M NOT EVEN VALUED. DO YOU EVEN CARE? NO, YOU DON’T.
I don't have an "ideal" date.
maryclairereyes: A guy doesn’t need to bring flowers, take me to a fancy restaurant, get all dressed up or anything. Just being able to enjoy a whole day with a significant other is good enough for me. We can go to the most random places, just as long as we’re both enjoying ourselves and having a good time. I want to be able to feel comfortable with you and not have to worry about having...
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Yeah, I'm ok.
Because it’s easier than saying how I really feel.
Waiting for the “Merry” part It feels like a normal day except we are offered more food.
Why being a girl isn't working out for me:
Body: Oh, guess what time of the month it is!
Me: Please, god, no--
Ovaries: ALL SYSTEMS GOOOOOOOO!!!
Brain: I quit. i quit. kittens and cupcakes and no one loves me. oh my god salty snacks i am furious
Me: Please, guys, calm down--
Face: TIME TO RUIN EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER LIKED ABOUT ME. I'M GROWING MOUNTAINS, BITCHES.
Brain: And now I'm ugly! shbdksdnksbn
Torso: Time to practice labor. cramp this bitch up. GO GO GO GO GO GO
Me: STOP IT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
Stomach: lol clothes cant fit you anymore. you are bloated. you are now a balloooooooon!
Me: I hate you all
Brain: I KNOW EVERYONE HATES ME I AM SO DEPRESSED. we need to procreate.
Face: Lol, i'm not done yet.
Uterus: what did i ever do to deserve this?
Brain: you just wait uterus. they're going to make you hold a baby for like 9 months straight.
Uterus: You mother fuckers.
Me: I quit being female, I am now a llama.
Brain: Me gusta.
I don’t know how you can possibly pass judgement on what I do with my life and try to tell me how I should be acting. But God forbid I say anything about anything you do and it’s like WWIII. I’ll just shut up now. Let you do whatever you want and then when you come to me asking for advice of whatever I’ll stay silent. If you don’t want to hear what I have to say...
Me: I'm going to sleep now.
Tumblr: lol no you're not
Tumblr: That's right, bitch. I'm fucking Narnia.