It blows my mind that after all this time you’ve spent on earth, nobody ever bothered to tell you that your eyes aren’t fucking brown.
They are copper against honey and sage and when they water they glow, two perfect orbs the same shade as nature after it rains.
You’re not as simple as they wanted you to be.
"you’re not as simple as they wanted you to be"
it’s getting to that time of the year where everybody isn’t quite sure if they should be wearing coats or not like you’ll see some people walking around in t-shirts and others wearing coats and scarves like nobody is really sure if it’s actually getting cold out or not
thank you google
i never stop blogging even when im really upset i just sit there sobbing hitting buttons and reblogging everything
i like being obsessed with things so that im distracted from how much i hate myself
most of my google searches sound like a confused, gentle giant learning about how the world is cruel
I don’t even understand what’s so enjoyable about reblogging pictures all day
but I can’t stop
Just in case
just so we’re clear:
- getting called out for doing something shitty is not the same as “getting hate”
- if someone is telling you that you did something shitty, they are not criticizing you as a person
- messing up does not make you an irredeemably awful human being
- but how you respond to criticism can be a pretty good indicator of your awfulness
why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4am
middle school vs high school
shoutout to girls for being hot and adorable and hot and putting up with a monthly blood sacrifice to the dark overlord and hot
this scene hit me hard