Mom: What are those?
Me: Shorts.
Mom: Are you sure?
Me: Shut up, MOM. It’s like you don’t even GET ME get out of my room we’re not even friends anymore I’M AN ADULT ANYWAYS life is meaningless.

J/K though because this happened in the kitchen and it was actually kind of a clever diss, so I just rubbed my butt on her until she took it back because she’s only 5’2 so really what’s she gonna do about it? Pals.

Three Word Phrase slays it again.

(via babyspite)

THAT TATTOO THOUGH.

(Source: henri-lafont, via ceedling)

Anyone else only have good hair days when there’s nothin’ cool 2 do? VAPID BLOGGER ALERT.

romantickissingporn:

Wheatus -Teenage Dirtbag

Everyone downloaded this song on Limewire, right?

PERSONAL ANTHEM. Every time I get really sick of hearing someone sing “The First Noel” after being introduced to me, I think about how many times my buds have started “Teenage Dirtbag” sing-alongs in public places and everything seems worth it. Want me to dig your band? Cover this. Want me to dig you? Dedicate it to me. 

Managed to go through another entire day while forgetting about the giant rip in this shirt that I keep neglecting to fix. Responsible Adult Choices. Walked down to the slip docks today and had life talks with Linds, succeeded at puttin’ out summer vibes and bein’ chill.

HEY, someone asked me to do that accent challenge thing forever ago, and I finally did it, so, whatever. If you’ve ever wanted to look at my face for four minutes while I talk about nothing important, now you can (you should also probably question your priorities)! It was worth it just for that attractive thumbnail though.

*My answer to the wizard/vampire question is dedicated to Leah, Zani, and Cloe. 

Someone teach me how to look good in hats, please and thank you. 

(Source: exhilarationisthebestdrug)

I think I may have inappropriately strong feelings towards this hoodie. Summer of 2012: All Hoodbats, all the time. 

At what point are you too old for this to be a regularly occurring issue? TEEN ANGST BLOGGING. 

Tomorrow is my last official day working at the shelter. I assumed leaving was going to be fairly easy/normal, but we all got together today and they said a bunch of really nice things about me, which made me realize how odd it is that suddenly I’m not really going to be part of their lives anymore. I cope with real feelings by doing things for other people though, so, now this is happening.

So, exactly how many ponchos is too many? Feelin’ like I’m about to become whatever the poncho version of a crazy cat lady is.

I just used the phrase “MVP of gettin’ that D” in casual conversation and now there’s no reason for me to speak to anyone about anything ever again because I have no sage wisdom left to share. 

porcinestresssyndrome:

Being undateable is hard.

You guys know what isn’t hard though?

Having fun. 

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