Urgh. Really, really want to watch Captain America...
bible-humper: How my room gets so messy: I get home. I put whatever I’m holding on my bed. I sit on whatever empty space is left of my bed, blogging until I want to go to sleep. When I want to go to bed, I’m too tired to put things away so I put them on the floor next to my bed. I wake up. I don’t have enough time to tidy things. I take what I need and go. Repeat. It’s a vicious cycle.
In regards to my father's quote:
Essentially, we were discussing what it would be like to be French. My sisters said something about moustaches, to which I laughed and said, “Yeah, sure!” Dad proceeded to say his quote. We all laughed him out of the conversation. It was harsh.
Well, at least he’s not like that Samuel Dali guy.– My Father
sugarbrass asked: 75.QUOTE!? WHAT!? DO TELL!
Anonymous asked: 40-What do you think about the most?
fat-shirtless-guy-on-a-bicycle: So because my tonsils are now the size of golf balls, I now have to whisper to communicate. Fan-fucking-tastic. Sorry to hear that man. I get tonsilitus all the time. My tip of the day is to: a) eat toast b) hack all the phlegm and everything up c) sit back, and enjoy salty foods
Anon or not and make me choose between:
Band: ________ or ___________?
Food: ________ or _________?
Singer: ________ or ___________?
Song: __________ or __________?
Character: ________ or ___________ ?
teddypup: YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY 17 DANCING QUEEN, FEEL THE BEAT OF THE TAMBOURINE OOH YEAAAAH
A person who doesn't have tumblr showing me...
Me: I saw that already
Studying for this friggen S&E exam sucks.
avrillavignechronicles: “I’m not like most girls” Avril whispers as she skates to the prom in her black dress and pink converse shoes.
I've come to a realisation:
I’m a bit of a spam blogger. Imagine these dashes (——-) are my posts, and that these (_______) are the space in between. ...
me: tumblr is so depressing.
me: there's a cute relationship i'll never have
me: food i can't make
me: why can't i be that pretty
me: I WANT THOSE CLOTHES
me: wow just bring up those old feelings, thanks
me: why do i even come on here??
me: ooo reblogging that
merauna asked: logged back onto my tumblr, went through all these blogs and ended up at yours. first thing i see is a giant picture of katelyn. wut.
So, anyone want to follow?
http://so-words-right.tumblr.com/ It’s my writing blog. Have fun.
I think, for the sake of all things good,
I will make a writing blog. And boy, oh, boy is it going to be… Possibly terrible.
Didn’t she fuck up her knee again? How is this possible?