so a guy gave his friend 10 puns hoping that one of them would make him laugh. sadly, no pun in ten did.
in lit we were about to read a book on concentration camps and so my teacher told everyone to draw what came to mind when they thought of world war 2 and she thought the pictures were so good she hung them up on the wall and now i sit in front of this
lets play a game called olympics or gay porn
So glad this is relevant again.
i won’t lie
i am in fact an “attention whore”
i need to feel like i actually matter to people
i need to feel like i’m not a totally horrible person
i need to feel like there are people who love me
because i’m certainly not gonna do it myself
Today my dad told me he was hungry and I looked at him and said “hey hungry I’m daughter” and he was kinda shocked
THE TABLES HAVE BEEN TURNEDWE RISE
if you put salt on a snail you’re asalting it
my sexual orientation is fictional characters with tragic backstories
People say Tumblr is a waste of time. I disagree. In 20 years, I’m going to be able to sit down with my husband, type in my old Tumblr URL and say, “Baby, this is who I was at 18. It’s all the things that made me laugh, smile and cry. It’s the recipes I wanted to try, the quotes that I abided by and believed in. It’s all of the new things that I wanted to do someday. It’s the struggles I made it through. It’s the hurricane of 2011 and my letter to you about how I wish you were there. This is ME.” So Tumblr? Not a waste of time. It’s an investment in a memory. Because, tell me: Do you think you’re going to remember all of the little things that make you tick now, then? You won’t, I promise…But me? I will.
and in that moment, as the page loads, I realize that all I talked about were butts.