Who are you people

mimi-bug:

I don’t really know how to start off a text post rambling so I’m just going to dive right into it.

You know that feeling of being older but not old enough? You know that you are old enough but it does not seem like it or feel like it. Sort of like when you were little and you would go to a fair or an amusement park and there would be this big scary roller coaster that you swore you would ride one day. Last year you were not tall enough for it because you were 47 inches instead of 48 but you know that this year is going to be your year to ride it. Now you have had your mom or dad measure your height and you are now 48 1/2 inches and you know that you are now officially tall enough for the ride. When you get there it is the first ride you go to, you rush over to it, get in line and wait for your parents to catch up. Then you arrive at the entrance and the employee working the ride sees you and pulls out the measuring stick to see if you can ride the roller coaster. Then you stand with your feet flat on the ground and the man puts the stick up to your back. However he tells you that you are just not tall enough yet and that you can not ride. You don’t understand because you know that you are tall enough but you don’t want to argue with the almighty stick. So you accept that you will just have to wait till next year to ride the roller coaster.

It’s sort of like that. Yeah I know it was pretty long winded and not the best writing in the world but I just feel that’s how to describe it for me. I’m not whining about this feeling but I just find it interesting. Just some thoughts.

I just think

Can you?

Can you wipe out that much red?

Remember that ask-the-dolorosa bog I started a while back?

It has, like, over a 1,200 followers. 

How does that even happen?

I mean…

what?

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what?

who am I?

I figure I should probs make text posts more often or something

y’know, since this is supposed to be a blog & stuff.

I:

alice-unchained:

my dad ate a cucumber today and he was like “wow this is pretty cold” and then he just slowly put the cucumber down and stared into space for a really long time until he turned to me with wide eyes and quietly said, “oh my god. cool as a cucumber.” 

(via ashinan)

In the past hour or so my queue went from 0 to 128

I feel accomplished

buttastic:

HELLO I HATE CONFLICT