The Thunder Claps

Hey I'm an underachieving university student living with my parent's disappointment for studying biomedical science instead of medicine. I currently live and study in Manchester, England. So, now you've judged me via a combination of my theme, display picture and most recent posts you can probably tell I'm pretty much a hopeless miserable jerk who's real ambition right now is to find someone who can tolerate me complaining about inconsequential crap that no one is really interested in. I'm 20 years old, 5ft11 or 6ft depending on whether you want me to like you or not, I've got hazel coloured eyes and my names Toby. I like anime, phone calls and drinking coffee and pretending I'm cool. If you'd like to apply for the position as my chat buddy send me a message. Enjoy your stay ~

[thethunderclaps]

I've come to the realisation I'm apathetic, just in the least damaging way. I care about my family and friends. It's just me I don't give a fuck about. Problem is, I don't care that I don't care.

[teenagetreepatrol]

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A few years before my grandmothers death she lost her memory, dementia. She lost her ability to remember my brother and I. The last time my brother and I saw her, I bunked off university and took him out of school and we travelled to her care home. When we arrived a care giver escorted us to her room and told us to call if we needed anything. As we entered she looked up at us terrified. She began shouting at us calling us thieves, thugs even screaming for help. We tried to placate her telling her our names and trying to get her to remember that we were her grandchildren. She called us liars and cruel for trying to pretend to be her grandkids. So that was last time my baby brother saw his Nan, I still feel guilty for taking him, he cried on the journey home. We never told our parents what happened that day, even if on the surface we both knew what she was going through and how scared and alone she must have felt I think it hurt him more than he’ll ever admit. Dementia isn’t a joke, my Nan died two years ago and I still think about her pain almost everyday. 

[danielle-gets-fit-deactivated20]

I have stretch marks.

[smallerbenz-blog]

Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.

[dynamiter]

[thethunderclaps]

If I had a spirit animal it’d be the young Shikamaru Nara 

[nhilism]

[journey-of-a-teenage-fangirl-de]

Mobster life. (｡• ̀д•́) 

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So i was in class, talking with my friends about skin tones (already a bad idea) and i was saying how i like being pale (i’m pretty white haha) predominantly because everyone takes the piss out of me for being really white. This girl who was sitting behind us in the lecture hall goes “omg that is so racist” the reason being one of my bros is black. And I was like “nah it’s not racist to like the way you look” my bro agreed with me. but if fucks me off because i cant even be happy with my own skin tone. For example I think my skin tone looks really nice in winter, however in summer I look like a tomato. idk just frustrating really, i get that ethnic minorities should be supported and what not but if im not allowed to say i like my skin tone then y’all dumb and i wanna change planets.

[thethunderclaps]

I likes this photo of my face - I hope you enjoys it also

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What sucks is not having someone that I can think about, get excited about meeting and getting that heart wobble every time I hear her name. 

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Worst day of 2015 (so far) 

I missed my train back to uni 

Whilst rushing around to get a bus replacement service I managed to cut my bellend doing up my zipper.

The bus replacement took so long I missed a job interview and was told the position is now filled

I went to the gym to soon after eating and threw my lunch up into a bin

I then went to the toilet where I washed my face and went for a pee to find blood in my boxers from where I cut my penis 

My penis hurts, a lot. 

I get to find out that my flat has to go to a disciplinary meeting because one of my room mates was spotted smoking a joint in the kitchen 

Finally I left my room unlock whilst I went home for my auntie's funeral and my flat mates have now moved the contents of my wardrobe to the floor, which on the upside means I have a walk-in wardrobe now

But on the upside I don't have any lectures tomorrow which is nice

[billy-on-a-walk]

Donald Barnett

[cloudair]

Cape Town. South Africa

[mrbenbrown]

[jacksgapsite]

[youtubewriting]