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I had a bit of fun in the #VeryRealisticYA hashtag. Guess how many of these are autobiographical?

minty-frans

I don’t have anything better to do ヽ(´▽｀;)ノ Based on this prompt

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i’m probably the best at losing friends

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sixpenceee

Essential iris atrophy is a very rare, progressive disorder of the eye characterized by a pupil that is out of place or distorted areas of degeneration on the iris and hole in the iris. This disorder most frequently affects only one eye and develops slowly over time. It may lead to vision loss. (Source)

swiftssapphic

weird things anxiety causes you to do:

go 40 minutes without blowing your nose when you have a cold so you don’t have to loudly blow it in front of a group of people

use extremely dull pencils because you don’t want to sharpen them because that is also loud

not order what you actually want to eat because people might think it’s strange

not wear the clothes you want to wear

wear the clothes you want to wear and then spend the whole day worrying that everyone is judging you

put down every accomplishment you have ever made for fear of being looked at as different

illustratedkate-blog

steve + emoji expressions! i decided that for this one, i would try to practice drawing chris evans’ steve… as you can see by the inconsistencies above, it didn’t quite work out for me, but anyway ! it was fun. shout out to steebrogerz who made some great requests and also has the best emoji + steve icon on the internet

dogsandnerdythings

Reblog if you utterly and without hesitation support gay rights

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giving your first blowjob like

itssexualhour

When I was twenty, and very stupid, I was utterly in love with my economics professor. It is one of the most unsexy subjects, but the way this man talked about numbers was obscene. It helped that he was fucking gorgeous, too. There was a boy in econ who always sat next to me and found excuses to talk. He’d share his notes if I daydreamed during class—and I did a lot of daydreaming about that professor. This boy was persistent, so I made a deal with him. If he could ask the professor a question which he answered incorrectly, I’d agree to one date.The boy thought about it for a while, and then he asked, ‘Will she go out with me tonight?’, pointing at me. And the professor said, very decisively, ‘No.’ So the boy, thinking himself clever, asked me where I’d like to have dinner, and I said I’d tell him later. After class, I asked the professor why he’d answered ‘no’ with such certainty. Do you know what he said? He said, ‘Because you’re having dinner with me.’ And that was the night I started dating my econ Professor, and my now boyfriend of 5 years.