Don’t know why I keep doing this. It fucking sucks. It’s stupid. I’m stupid and I try to fix things only to be dragged down further and pushed away more so I need to do these things for me from now on. All I do is hurt people, I’m good at one thing and one thing only and thats it. Because fuck what other people think. Fuck their comments and backstabbing.
i helped out at a primary school today and there was a little girl called ice and when she told me that was her name i said “aw thats cool!!” without realising so even subconsciously i am the funniest person in the world
jeez i would love to order that thing online, but i don’t know what size to order it in because women’s clothing sizes are determined by the alignments of the planets in relation to the fuck you galaxy
it’s weird how british people say “lift” instead of “elevator” and how my dad says “you are a dissappointment” instead of “i love you”
Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.