i’d be lying through my teeth if i told you i was okay.
so tired of having to compete for love. for attention. for any type of affection. for everything. this shit is getting old.
my ribs feel like i got punched repeatedly. what the hell?!?
vardaesque: 420stuck: when you shake laminated paper and it does the thing fwuuubufbuwbfwubfufbwufbuwbuuuBUWBUBHUFUFBUWBUFBUB
jesussbabymomma: DOES ANYONE ELSE MAKE SCENARIOS IN THEIR HEAD OF THEM DATING SOMEONE AND HAVING THE PERFECT RELATIONSHIP AND DOING CUTE COUPLE THINGS WITH THAT PERSON BECAUSE ME 24/7
fudgersandlovers: peppy-mocha: nigforaday: I think it’s universally well known that the saddest part of everyone’s childhood was when Chuckie Finster didn’t have a mom to dance with EXCUSE YOU WE NEVER TALK ABOUT THIS EVER EVER
my standards are unrealistically high for how unattractive i am
reinhardlohengramm: when u try talking to someone and they’re online and they don’t reply
(I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)
Me: “So, where’s your mom at?”
Boy: “She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”
Me: “Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”
Boy: “Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”
(I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)