*scrolls past ten different people with the same icon on my dash* ah, a new episode of The Cartoon has been released
I genuinely do not know how people are not paranoid 24/7 and filled with anxiety
*comes online*
*reblogs 30 things within 5 minutes*
*fucks off again*
Why do I love this so much
Strawbooty
who is she
I LOVE NOT WEARING MAKEUP BC I CAN JUST RUB MY EYES AND NOTHING HAPPENS
loudest noises: -dad sneezes -mom yells -trying to get a pot out of the pot cupboard -dropping the shampoo bottle in the shower -flushing the toilet at 3am in the morning -IMAX
“I’m gonna draw.”
I say as I continue to scroll through tumblr for another two hours.
When that one person logs on
It’s not cute or graceful either it’s as if you actually body slammed into them its uncomfortable and painful.
things i’m good at:
- not answering texts/chats
- getting my hopes up
- daydreaming
- being awkward
- pissing people off
- sleeping
Having to google internet slang your friend is using because you have no idea what the fuck it means.
FINALLY look at the clarity in everyone one. No longer pixel blots
Click it
this is so badass
It’s even worse when you know that you can be friends with them, you just don’t know how to not be weird.
true friendship is asking your friend about their character’s dick size without fear of being judged