My mother really out here thinking I canāt be upset about her treating me like crap because she bought me something
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My mother really out here thinking I canāt be upset about her treating me like crap because she bought me something
Me: Hey can I get a job?
My Mom: No
Me: Hey will you buy me this thing?
My Mom: No, pay for it with your own money.
Me:...
Me:...
Me: So.. I can get a job??
My Mom: No
I am sitting in an armchair, sipping wine that has been aged in a bourbon barrel out of a small glass. I am wearing a cat onesie.
So Iām in my band directors office looking for the piccolo. What I donāt find: the piccolo What I do find: a bikini, and a giant drawer so full of sunscreen you can barely open it.
So Iām in my band directors office looking for the piccolo. What I donāt find: the piccolo What I do find: a bikini, and a giant drawer so full of sunscreen you can barely open it.
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Your YA novel title is:
A (object closest to you on the left) of (last thing you spent money on) and (your current emotion)
Add your results in the tags!
a coat of computers and hunger
A Trashcan of Lunch and Regret
A Box Of Gifts And Stress
yeah pretty much
A Foundation of Shoes and ContentednessĀ
A shoe of gifts and boredom.
the Wireless Speaker of Saint Quartz and Itchiness Induced Irritation.
A Human heart of childrenās underwear and work induced sadness.
āA human heart of childrenās underwearā dude⦠not a single part of that avoids sounding sketchy as hell!
A Caesar Salad of White Wine and Hunger
A Napkin of Root Beet and Fatigue
A Pillow of Beer and Exhaustion
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A water bottle of a lego frog and nothing
I need my mom to go to bed so I can get out of bed and roam the house but she w o n t g o t o b e d
I am, and have always been, a straight-A student. And yet for some reason sophomore year has me fucked. I have failed something around four tests. I have never had this happen, and I donāt know what to do. And all my dumbass brain can think about is that Fall Out Boy song that starts with Sophomore Slump.Ā
children of color deserve better
Everyone of any color
as i was saying, children of color deserve better
ALL children deserve better. Poc arenāt special
ANYWAY children of color deserve better
Children of color deserve better
Sometimes when I canāt sleep at night I get really tempted to drink soy sauce so I have an excuse to take Benadryl
someone tell me WHY i expect myself to be able to do college-level art when im a sophmore whose only been drawing for a year and a half
This is me tho
My friends: tell me everything I do that they hate
My friends: criticize the things that I like and enjoy
My friends: criticize me for being the person that I am
My friends: blame the people that help me for making me worse
My friends: trigger my anxiety and depression, then blame literally everything else
My friends: make me feel bad for having emotions, basically
Me: I hate myself
My friends: omg I hate it when you do this!!!! YOU'RE SOOO AMAZING AND I WILL FIGHT YOU
Me: ... what
I want to tell yāall a story about supporting and loving your partner, starring my amazing wife.
Iāve mentioned before that I had an eating disorder for many years, and though I consider myself ārecoveredā there are aspects of my disorder that I still struggle with today ā being quite a bit heavier than my wife is one of them.
When my wife and I moved in together back when we were still girlfriends, I was at my skinniest. She used to pick me up all the time and lift me off the ground, and Iād laugh and kick out my legsĀ ācause I was just delighted to have her holding me.
But I started gaining weight as I went through recovery, and where once we were pretty close in size, I began to get bigger. And bigger. And bigger. And she remained her naturally petite self. I began to almost dread when sheād try to pick me up, sure that this time she wouldnāt be able to get me off the ground.
But every time, even if I protested, sheād lift me up and say something like: āSee, youāre not so big that I canāt lift you!ā
And one time I just blurted out: āBut someday Iām going to be so fat you wonāt be able to.ā
She looked me dead in the eye and said: āNo you wonāt. Because if that ever happens, Iāll start working out.ā
It was the best possible thing she could have said to me, because she wasnāt saying I wasnāt going to get fat ā neither of us knew that for sure. She was just saying that I was never going to beĀ ātoo fatā for her.
And every time I worry about getting bigger, I remember that Iāll never be so big that she canāt lift me, because baby knows how much I love being held, and sheāll change her own habits to ensure that I never feel ātoo bigā or ātoo heavyā because in her eyes Iāll never be ātooā anything.
Anyway, thereās a moral to this story: Find yourself a partner who will never consider you an excess. You should never be ātoo muchā to someone who loves you ā too big, too loud, too passionate, too awkward, whatever your ātooā happens to be. And even as you change and grow (in my case, literally), the right person will be there through the changes, to tell you that youāre always just right for them.
My strongwoman, the wind beneath my wings, the arms under my ass.Ā Ā ššĀ š
Hamilton characters as things from the Hannahs stupid moments list
Alexander: I don't care what your ears thought I heard
George Washington: I wanna be a pirate. Fly my boat
Mulligan: I can feel myself rising.... get it.... high.....
Lafayette: Je mange un sapin
Laurens: Gotta watch out for your friends. Make sure they don't eat toothpaste.
Burr: You know what I was doing when I was 11? Going to preschool. *a few seconds later* wait no
Angelica: Most of them gotta be mid-smart
Eliza: I don't know what it smells like but it makes my nose happy
Peggy: *sticks fake mustache onto crocs* there. Now my crocs are Gucci
Jefferson: Ew. It smells warm
Madison: I do too many stuff
Phillip: *trying to pronounce scythe* sneth? Snoth??
Charles Lee: You should have been stupid and believed me
King George: Was he an empire?
Maria Reynolds: 18 to the power of thicc
Alright bitches listen up
So Iām just in the shower. Doing my thing. Shaving my legs. Pretty normal. Nothing I havenāt been doing for literal years.Ā When suddenly
I feel a pain
Like the normal one when you cut yourself while shaving. No big deal happens all the time. I look at the spot where the so-called cut should be. I donāt really see anything. But somehow there's still some shaving cream there, so I try to wipe it off. It doesnāt work. I try again. It still stays put.
That's when I realized that that was not shaving cream it was LITERALLY the paperwhite SECOND layer of my SKIN
Yes, that's right I literally shaved the top fuckin layer of my skin off of my knee.
Thatās when it started bleeding
You guys know how much a tiny little cut bleeds.
Imagine how much it bleeds when you literally SHAVED YOUR SKIN OFF OF YOUR BODY
My entire leg is covered in blood. REd. Everywhere. I am D R O W N I N G in it. At this point, Iām accepting the fact that Iām probably going to bleed out and die. Iām scared to shave my other leg and ready to summon Satan with the torrents of blood coming from where my epidermis used to be.Ā
So yeah there's the story about how I just fuckin shaved my skin off of my leg
And the worse part is it's on my knee, you know how hard it is to put a bandaid on your knee?
Donāt test me, Iām gay and stressed