hey english test
hey there buddy
u ok
do u need an adult
how about a glass of water
it’s ok take ur time
The misuse of “literally” is one of my pet peeves.
My personal rule: See Gayroller on dash. Instant reblog.
this will never stop being funny
I love the illustration. :)
Why is this supposed to be a bad thing?
I really can’t think of a better way to go than being run over by a magical, rainbow colored steamroller.
I literally want a rainbow colored gayroller.
Trigger warning: whiny self-pitying bullshit ahead. I don’t like, ever do this so forgive me.
I just really want somebody to recognize that I’m completely fucking adorable. I feel like this is the first year I’ve even gotten close to showing myself the way I feel and not being afraid of sharing my thoughts, and so far it has resulted in people taking interest in me for a few minutes but quickly tiring of my constant rants. I got more attention as a dolled-up soft-spoken thing that occasionally let out a bit of wisdom and surprised people, in addition to being full of light-headed whimsy. My confidence came from feeling that my reserved nature was mistaken for mysteriousness. And it did to some extent, but for the most part I wasn’t even a passing thought to most people. Does everybody thrive on that? Hoping that people we encounter don’t file us away as mere images? Hoping that take spend more than a few seconds to ponder our personas and hang on that brilliant sentence that we felt oh-so-accomplished about after it left our lips?
I’ve ditched my self-stifling manner, chopped off every bit of my hair until I was satisfied, become unapologetic and brash; I think it’s rather glorious. But that isn’t something that people are used to I guess? I sometimes wonder if all of the quirky kids on tumblr who are in awesome relationships with people who accept and relish “eccentricity” had to wait before finding that. Or did they have to compromise or put shadow on a part of themselves and ease their partner into the whole thing?
I don’t know why it upsets me so much that nobody seems to “want” me. Maybe it’s just been a while since I haven’t had anybody who seemed remotely interested for a sustained period of time. And I can’t decide if it really is that way, or maybe I was just paranoid and more observant before? Or possibly over-analyzed anything that could be a “sign”?
I really just miss being seen wonderfully. I miss love.
