April 2012
Peeta: *putting medicine on Katniss*
Me: Simba...
March 2012
I don’t like spiders, that’s my one thing. I don’t trust them. They’re very...
– Josh Hutcherson (via soleil-)
expectations of summer: going to the beach every day, water fights, parties, random day trips, barbecues reality of summer: moving your laptop so that the sunlight doesn’t reflect on the screen when you’re trying to blog
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i like how you’re at your nicest when you want sex. makes me feel like a million fucking dollars, really.
mom: CLEAN YOUR ROOM, MISSY. me: MANNERS. mom: Don’t talk to me like- me: MANNERS. mom: ~sets glass of water on table~ Watch your- me: THAT mom: what me: IS mom: are you me: MAHOGANY
it’s times like this that I wish I could just swallow my fucking pride and actually do something nice for someone (other than myself). over the years my patience has grown thin with her, but that doesn’t mean I want to see her fail. please don’t do this to yourself. we didn’t know that our words hurt you.
holy shit i think i've accidentally OD'd on birth...
Boy: Did it hurt? Girl: (sigh) Did what hurt? Boy: Breaking through the earth’s crust ascending from hell.