I just can’t get enough of infomercial fuckup land. It’s like me, except I’m watching it and laughing instead of crying! XD
I have done pictures: 1, 3, 5, 7, and 8.
Conclusion: I must be an infomercial. Fuck.
(Source: shattered-earth)
TUMBLR WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS A FUCKING HURRICANE THIS IS A BAD TIME TO LEAVE YOUR HOUSE
(via wombats-echo)
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WE’VE BEEN DOING IT WRONG!
i’ve actually done that!!
HAVE TO GO TRY THIS NOW!!! OMG OMG OMG!!!
(Source: danimansutti, via notsteveanderson)
…when your nerdy-ass girlfriend and your nerdy-ass ex happily head into hour five or six of a show they’ve been watching since 2 in the afternoon, and it’s 8 in the evening…and you want to do something else but you can’t concentrate on anything because the volume is way too loud and they’re both exclaiming and talking and laughing and there are Daleks beeping and it seems cute and entertaining but inside you’re like-
-So you sit at your laptop staring at the screen for the third hour in a row, trying to type past the second sentence of a paragraph that you know you’ll never finish while this crap is continuing, and you’re like-
-but you stay silent because it’s awkward as hell to disappoint people, and the silence afterward is so stifling and they would feel like you took something fun away or you feel like they would because you’re anxious and no one understands why you can’t watch marathons of the same stimuli that last all day and all night without cringing at the end. So you sit. And…and…-
-Never mind. I love my friends and family. I just…bleh. Bah. Guh-
-I’ll type later. And take a very, very quiet shower. Maybe while wearing ear-plugs and running a white noise machine that overrides the entire second floor of my house. They’re just too cute when they’re happy and nerdy and snorting at David Tenant, and I don’t wanna be a bitch. Blah.
THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT STEPHEN MOFFET!!!!! QUIT MAKING AWESOME THINGS THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR NERDS TO STOP WATCHING THEM!!!!!!!!
OMG OMG OMG IT’S SO PRETTY!!!!!
I GIVE IT…FOUR OUT OF FOUR FAT UNICORN JIGGLES!!!!
My day is a little bit better now. :3~
(Source: pandoraylam-fav-art, via rudywolfe)
WHY DOES ASKING SIMPLE QUESTIONS OF PEOPLE I’VE KNOWN MY ENTIRE LIFE FREAK ME OUT SO MUCH?! I CAN’T EVEN CALL A WOMAN I’VE KNOWN SINCE I WAS SIX TO ASK FOR A RIDE TO WORK AAAAAAAAAH-
BECAUSE WHAT IF SHE SOMEHOW HATES ME AFTER NINETEEN YEARS FOR ONE QUESTION?! AAAAAAH….
AAAAAH!!!!!! *tears out hair*
My mouth is all like ^^VV
But I guess I don’t have cavities…
…Even if most of my mouth is comprised of fillings at 24. Thanks Genetics.
*sigh*
BRB. Putting ice on my jaw, then gonna take the TARDIS back in time to reinvent teeth. God better be fucking ready for me to punch him for making such an obviously defective product.
YOU HEARD ME, GOD. ON GALLIFREY, OUR TEETH COME WITH WARRANTIES.
100 YEAR WARRANTIES!!!!!!
…
…Fuck it. I am so done with today.
25//Female//Queer//Insane.
Polyamorous.
Kinky Girl
with a Big Case of The Jitters.
My partner LoxieMightPossibly lives on Tumblr, too.
There'll be posts about mental health, anxiety, kink, gender, bad fanfiction, roleplay, porn, cute pictures, pokemon, cartoons, animals, poetry, prose- whatever I feel like. Sometimes abuse and dark things and --trigger warning-- stuff. I still have a lot to work through. The world is very scary, and sometimes I end up feeling very, very small... but I'm working on it. I can do it and I will do it. This little corner of the internet helps me feel better.
==Someday, I want==
* Bravery
* To Touch a Giraffe
* A Toe Sock Collection
* A Victorian Dollhouse
* To Heal
* Wings on my Ankles
* Lovely Gauged Ears
* One-Hundred Windchimes
* To Open a Bakery!
* To Finish A Novel
* To Be Happy with Myself
...I'm working on it. <3
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