someone could literally marry me and i would still wonder if they secretly found me annoying
fun fact: the idiot and I have discussed marrying once we’re out of college/real adults/financially stable, and I’m still paranoid he doesn’t actually like me.
- me: omg i love books and tv and movies i have so many favorites
- person: oh cool like what
- me: *instantly forgets every book, tv, film, play, poem, screenplay, silent movie, musical, text book, spoken word, freaking mime production i've ever seen, listened to, or read*
things I should be doing: listening to this lecture
things I am doing: looking at photos of adorable married gay couples
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
People Magazine’s review on ‘The Great Gatsby’
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
(posted at 2:15 AM)
lots of love this mother’s day for everyone who has a complex relationship with their mom, everyone who has ceased communication with their mom for reasons of self-preservation, and every person whose mom is deceased
so I just Skyped with boyfriend’s mother, step-father and brother for the first time. that was… awkward.
aaaaaaaand PE coaches yelled at me for disrupting class due to hysterical crying.
Look, you get to pick one. You can either require attendance from a student with a documented disability causing chronic pain, or you can be angry when they are sick in front of you. You do not get both.
so I’m currently trapped in a library, unable to stand up, and I have a required-attendance PE class in 30 minutes. That’s about a 10 minute walk away.
And also even when I could move, it hurt so much I was sobbing? And I have an answer that isn’t working on a problem set in a class I need an A in, and it’s due in two hours, and I can’t reach anyone to help me walk to class, and I think I might just die instead; it seems easier.
How to Turn All Your Essays into Feminist Rants No Matter the Subject Matter: An Autobiography by Me.
FYI: I am not actually suffering from some horrible contagious illness; I just made the wonderful decision to go for a walk near dusk, near standing water. I now have several hundred mosquito bites.
At least it’s not actually chicken pox? (Which is what it totally looks like.)