July 2011
God, damn it
I’m not someone to bitch one religion.
I have NO problem with other peoples’ religion, or beliefs.
But stuff like this pisses me off.
My mom and I were in line to check out at walmart. Our checker had just finished ringing up an elderly woman, and the lady infront of us wasted no time getting her shit on the conveyor belt.
I saw the little granny hand the checker something.
I...
lovey dovey stuff
When we’re together, I love cuddling up to you and putting my ear against your chest so I can hear your heartbeat…
I know that sounds weird, but you’re the only person I’m really OK with physically touching me.
So, when I get to cuddle you like that and hear your heart beat…
It makes me happy, because it means that there’s someone there with me.
If you don't reblog this, then you hate Harry...
rose-et-vert:
ipunchbabiesforaliving:
I’m obligated as a resident of Earth
FOREVER REBLOG
well, can’t have people think I hate Harry Potter now can I?
I’m sorry, but my existence obligates me to reblog this. :/
FOREVER REBLOG
Who wouldn’t reblog this?
this ^^
that last one is hilarious!
FOREVER REBLOG!
Usually I don’t...
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I hate your dreams and aspirations. I really do. →
A person bawww’s on reddit about Pixar not accepting him, for 12 fucking years in a row. He doesn’t listen to the best comment, by draw22, only replies to asspatting, and blames, not shitting you, “the evil mouse ears.”
when we're alone
When we’re alone, I want to go out in the woods and find snails with you so we can hold them on our fingertips and touch their eyes.
philosophical bullshit
Some days, when the trolling is high, I remember what I used to be and feel a little sad.
Nowadays, I walk a thin tightrope to keep from being legitimately reported.
But if I could change it all…I wouldn’t be the asshole phoenix.
Leaving her and becoming Rayne was good for me.
It’s taught me how to express myself, to dig within and write those things I only write when...
weeaboos and slenderman.
harvestman:
also.
i have no idea
I need to keep this thing going instead of just…it dying.
So I guess my topic today is why I hate people being nice to me.
I’m not going to say I grew up in a terrible, horrible, Law and Order SVU household, because there were good times. I had a loving dad, and…my mom.
My dad was absent for stuff like schoolwork; not, as in, didn’t care, he just wasn’t good at...
