i’m not cool. i’m like the opposite of cool. wait shit that’s hot. i’m not that either. i’m not hot. i’m probably just. luke warm. room temperature, maybe
honestly i hate when people try to sugar coat shit like if you don’t like me or don’t wanna hang or don’t wanna talk to me just fucking tell me don’t keep ignoring me and expect me to figure out the hint like that’s such a bitch ass move i’d rather hear it from you than be ignored 99% of the fucking time.
*eating chips* okay this is the last one. *eats 10 more* I mean it this time, no more. *finishes bag*
you ever thought that maybe the reason girls say they’re fine when they’re not, or they’re not mad when they are, is because the second they show any semblance of emotion they’re written off as hysterical bitches that are probably on their period?
THE FUCKING DA VINCI CODE HAS BEEN CRACKED
Reblogging again, because this will never be irrelevant.
who the FUCK told society that depression and awkwardness is cute and adorable
i honestly don’t know where all the john-green hate comes from
not a fan of the books
fan of the person though
If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat