People exhaust me.
I’m going to bed. Also, I’m pretty sure that I need to spend less time talking. It seems like not many people even notice or care, but maybe that’s just me.. Hm.
The very last Calvin & Hobbes Comic
agthoughtsandcreations: not-empty-now: bodysnatch: mizzkatheriney: wow this is so fucking sad. T.T have no fears, it’s a fake. The Last comic Strip is of them sledding. Also…look at how the text stand out. Even if it is fake.. it’s still freakin’ depressing.. :s
Put on some wellies and a rain coat AND GO FOR A FLIPPING WALK.– B
yay, I'm all jittery.
The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are...– Lemony Snicket (via coppercoveredpixie)
TUMBLR REBLOG LIMIT
s00-f3tch: tumblr is literally the only place where I can do and say whatever I want. and now there is a limit on my thoughts. you can think whatever you want to, wherever you want to; and you can have these thoughts with or without the internet handy. just because you cannot express these thoughts via tumblr doesn’t mean that you’re limited in your thinking, in any way.
That moment when you use meme's to explain your...
too many thoughts. ugh.
ineededanewtumblrurl: If given the choice, I would gladly eat nothing but salad for the rest of my life. I’d just want a variety of toppings and dressings for it. this.
It's hard to get out the door on time when you...
I'm constantly torn between wanting to be alone...
as a matter of fact,
Gerard Butler can always be there singing songs in my head on whichever day of the week he wants to have. …. okay, so I’m maybe only a little in love with Gerard playing the Phantom of the Opera. maybe, only just a tiny bit.
Anonymous asked: show what, if I may ask? :/
But I couldn’t show you any of that, because.. Who would love someone like...– The Ugly Truth
It's just the same thing all over again.
It is never too early for the Homo sapiens to start tottering around their globe - opening their technological devices to see what kinds of “important” non-important things happened during their few hours of sleep that some individuals like to call “nighttime”, pouring hot cups of coffee down their throats in hopes of providing some form of resurrection for their lifeless...
I thought 12 hours of sleep is supposed to make a...
NOT worse. Ugh. Maybe I’ll run around with a bag over my head, how does that sound?