
(tweet by jwoodham)
Sometimes I get ‘readers-block’, like I can’t read anything to save my life, I’ll start 10 books and stop each after seven pages because all I’ll want is to already have read that book and not actually read it and I won’t be able to focus at all and it pains me so much.
OHMYGOD YOU PUT THAT THING I FEEL INTO WORDS
if i ever talk to you at 3 am please remember thats not the real me. it is merely a dark overemotional tired version of myself who craves interaction
has anyone else ever looked back at a friendship with someone from the internet and thought to themselves that i’m so glad i decided to befriend them because they make me so happy
some trends i am really down for
- being nice to people working in customer service
- guys in thigh-highs
- receiving $400,000
- pasta
somebody: so what do you do in your free time?
me: I read
somebody: oh, really? what do you read?
me:
me: *sweats*
my fetish is sleeping in my own bed by myself
Me and my mutual followers that never seem to actually talk but we like and reblog each other’s posts:
school is an endless cycle of “i just need to make it through this week” every week.