Sorry I haven’t been online in a while, my whole life went to shit and I needed to fix it.
In other news, the window cleaner caught me in my knickers today. Mortifying.
Note to self: no more lazy days during the week.
Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found
Here are some fun sites
Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics
Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli
Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies
*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*
You’ll be okay, friend <3
i will reblog this everytime it shows up because any of my followers could have a bad night right now
I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of shit, and that everyone’s on a lifeboat holding their arms out and yelling at me to swim…but I don’t know how, and nobody’s explaining, they’re all just wondering why I’m such an idiot.
sometimes, when I’m at my lowest, I hit self-destruct and explode all over the people closest to me.
time to go frost my cupcakes
That feeling when you’re so excited for something that you’re just like,
I wish you treated me with more respect. I wish you were more romantic, reliable and considerate. I wish you would send me cute tumblr messages and silly comments on Facebook, saying cheesy things like how much you love me and how lucky we are, so that i can show you off to everyone and be like ‘look how perfect and lovely my boyfriend is. he makes me feel so special and happy!’ I wouldn’t even mind if they said that I’m a pooface and that I smell (as long as there’s lots of kisses on the end)…but you never contact me publicly at all, or talk about things we’ve done, or even try to take photos of our days out. It’s like you don’t want other people to know I exist (especially since your Facebook is still set to single.) I wish you could tell me reasons why you love me rather than “I dunno…you make me happy?”, because I have hundreds of reasons why I love you, and I’m never happy. I wish you took an interest in me the same way I take an interest in you, because I could listen to you talk about yourself for hours, (and sometimes, I do). I wish you thought I was too important and precious to threaten to leave and hurt all the time, because it makes me so sad when you treat me like I don’t matter. I wish you told me I looked pretty or beautiful even when you weren’t horny, and I wish the only time you liked my pictures online wasn’t when I was with male friends or you think you’ve caught me out with something; I’m a very trustworthy person, and from what I can gather, pretty repulsive - you have nothing to worry about. You make me feel so ugly and worthless and boring. I wish I was enough for you, but I don’t think I ever will be.
I love you so, so much, but you never fight for us. You never fight for me. I want to feel wanted, and I need to feel needed. Why do you have to mess with my emotions on a daily basis? It isn’t fair. I’m sick, and you’re making it worse. Please stop. Please.
I was going to watch supernatural two hours ago and I’m still here.
How has this happened?
Sometimes, I forget I’m scrolling down people’s blogs and I accidentally reblog their entire page thinking it’s just a particularly awesome day on my dash.
There’s no point crying over spilt milk, especially if it’s sour in the first place.
Going to be in the pub all day today :)
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick to my stomach.
If I mean so little to you, and you can just cut me out of your life and forget about me whenever you want, then why am I even worth your time? Why don’t you just end it? Why didn’t you end it months ago when you realised I meant nothing to you?
Why did you make me fall in love with you, only to punish me for being so foolish?