i feel like i annoy everyone that doesnt start the conversation with me first
you know what’s dumb
the concept of treating adolescents like children throughout the entirety of their teenage years and then at around age 17 pulling a complete 180 and expecting them to decide within the next couple years what they want to do with the rest of their lives
I find it pretty funny and kinda stupid how no-one ever comments on the *frankly very short* skirts i sometimes wear to school, yet i wore a t-shirt today with 8008135 on the chest, and was told it’s not appropriate for school.
Seriously Druella? It’s a joke. If i wore a shirt that said stomach across the front would that be just as inappropriate? Get over the stigma people, they’re just a body part. It’s not sexual, it’s comical.
The adorable moment when that’s his real life boyfriend.
Forever reblog for the cuteness
Via What Separates Me From You
This is a Tumblr Cloud I generated from my blog posts between Sep 2010 and Mar 2013 containing my top 25 used words.
Top 5 blogs I reblogged the most:
Just Tumblr-searched my great aunt, just to see what came up.
(She’s a writer, and although she’s not famous at all here, quite a few people seem to know who she is in america and stuff, so yah, just thought I’d check).
So I’m scrolling through the tagged things of her, and i see this:
“‘How Am I Doing, Really?’
You do not want me to answer that,
for it would mean peeling back my skin
splitting open my chest bones,
revealing a heart that still beats
though it is half the size it once was.
It would mean sawing off the top of my skull
and shaking out pieces of my brain
which hardly functions right, left
are memories, the latest ones first,
like daguerreotypes nestled in a velvet lining,
you dead on the bed, your head to one side,
mouth open, an image that is with me always.
How am I doing, really? Really well
on the outside, so that everyone seeing me
murmurs, “So brave, so astonishing,”
while inside I am climbing onto that last bed,
spooning my body around yours,
and dying even more slowly than you did.”
and i read through it thinking *Wow. That’s a really sad poem…*
Then it occurred to me that it’s more than likely this is about her husband (my great uncle) who died a few years ago. Which is really sad. O.o
Such a sombrely beautiful thing became suddenly more personal, which was kind of scary and heartbreaking at the same time, I mean, i remember getting the phonecall from one of my grandparents saying that he’d died, (and having to pass the message on to my mum, which in itself was a horrible thing to expect of an at-the-time-10-year-old, but oh well) and visiting them in their house in Scotland, which was really fun and although I don’t remember much about David, I remember being rather fond of him. So yah. Sad stuffs.
(Why is it that I seem to only post angsty/ sombre things lately? O.o)
Anyway, goodnight peoples, if any of you are bothering to read this. :P