just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time
it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness
if you can have a long and meaningful conversation with me even though we haven’t seen or talked to each other in super super long and not make things awkward you are hella special
how do people on tumblr become so interesting that people actually willingly ask them about their life like i’ve been here for 3 years and i’m pretty sure half of you don’t even know my name
professional-professional: Would you like it in the vag or ass when I rape you?
At least now that I disabled Anonymous asks, your own face is attached to your pitiful hatemail.
And if you recognize this ugly mug, shoot me a name!
ETA: He’s been tracked down.
HIS NAME IS BRANDON BAYARD AND HE LIVES IN SUPERIOR, WISCONSIN.
Reblog the shit out of this so it shows up on every background search done by every guy trying to hire him ever.
REBLOGGING THIS ALWAYS, FUCK THIS PIECE OF SHIT
i hate that i literally cant tell if im ugly or not and i cant tell if im really fat or just like kinda fat i literally cant tell and sometimes ill be like “im just being dumb im pretty good looking” and then ill be like “wow im being so egotistical i definitely look like shit what am i talking about” like i just…. dont know and it bothers me so much cos it’s something i can’t understand
if i were a bird, you’d be the first person I’d shit on.
I feel like I’m at breaking point, I have no one. All my friends have decided they don’t want to bother with me anymore and I’m stuck in my house all day. The bad thoughts are coming into my head and I can’t stop it. Tumblr is the only place I can come to to write my feelings, people are much more understanding
pros of turning 18: can legally do the stuff i already do
cons of turning 18: no longer the dancing queen
Cards Against Humanity is where you learn which of your friends are basic and which ones are sociopaths there is no in between
my thick thighs and basic brown eyes will win over someone’s heart one day
i like having my own apartment bc it means when my family comes to visit i can just say “you’re under my roof” and they can’t protest shit
update my dad is grounded
i hate it when u stop being friends w someone or u break up w someone cos uve got all this information about them like at the back of ur mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. oh. and it never really Stops