sorry guys, but I’ll be off tumblr for tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday- I have a big assessment (exam thingie) so this is my way of getting it done :)
she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
she’s cheer captain and I respect her right to wear whatever she wants and participate in traditionally ‘feminine’ activities because I understand that life is not about condemning another woman’s personal choices just because she doesn’t ‘deserve’ the boy i have a crush on
one direction bloggers are the scariest motherfuckers on this website
my neighbors are fighting and the mom just called her son an ungrateful little cocksucker and he said “that was oNE TIME”
i woNDER IF HE Can HEAR M ELAUGHING
Oh god I can’t cope with this, I’m rewatching season three of Torchwood and having these massive ugly sobs because I just cant cope. This is the first time I’ve rewatched it in forever- I’ve half avoided doing it because the first time, I sobbed for days. I’m not exaggerating, I think I cried myself to sleep and whenever I thought of it the following week I broke down again, because like you can kill anyone, anyone you want, but just don’t you fucking dare kill him. kill anyone, but not him and then they fucking kill him and I think a bit of me dies inside because I llove him and Jack loves him and don’t you dareand now it’s the middle of the night and i can’t get to sleep because i wont be able to breathe from crying so hard and i know its stupid but it’s the best death scene filmed. ever. Oh god, sorry for the massive flailing post of torchwood feels, I’ll delete this in the morning.