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thebootydiaries

me: *drops something*

me: *stares down at it in disappointment for a few seconds before picking it up*

ugly

some door-to-door scammer when my parents aren’t home: are you 18?

me, turning 24 in two weeks: no sorry

hellish-daddy

“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.”

— Iain S. Thomas (via perrfectly)

suenyito

me whispering to my dog in the dark: hey.. you still up?

mental-ch-illness

me, as my laptop fan suddenly becomes louder: what is it?? what program?? who is doing this to you????

sarahsoph

*opening task manager* Who do I need to kill?

halalcocaine

the older you get the more you appreciate just chilling at home doing nothing

helila

its called being exhausted

skaletal-deactivated20190721

That point in a piece of fanfiction where you can tell something embarrassing is about to happen so you start fucking around on tumblr because you’re a huge baby with a crippling overabudance of empathy.

kvotheunkvothe

I do this with every media I consume. I pause movies and have to walk around and prepare myself for second-hand embarrassment sometimes.

chillsexual

This is mE

ladyprydian

Secondhand embarrassment. I’ve got it.

I sometimes mute movies or tv shows to avoid it. Especially if I know it’s coming.

justgot1

I TOTALLY DO THIS.

wlwbeauty-blog

Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.

extrashenanigans-deactivated202

Oh my god. This is it. I want this so badly.

bepeu-deactivated20171202

sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful

musterniillustrates

ok so i made the mistake of standing on the beach in the dark and listen…….. listen. there is nothing that cares about you less than the ocean in the dead of night. it is tangible. you can’t fuckin see a thing. there is no horizon. it’s a ceaseless void and she cares for no one and loves nothing. you have to respect her bcs she clearly has no fuckin love for you and if she wanted she could take you and NO ONE WOULD KNOW