My Dog Is So Fake

i wonder if Gen Z/Alpha/Beta is gonna make a movie romanticizing 9/11 the same way people made a movie about the titanic survivors...

"sorry jack, there's not enough room on this staircase"

Been dating my bf for 6 almost 7 months, which rounds up to a year, which is basically enough time to know i want to marry him, so basically he should propose already

vintage medical glass needle / 1950

Confessions of a girl who skipped a grade

Being super young for your grade is great until you try to date someone.

You're 16, so go date a 16 year old. Have fun being the senior dating a sophomore and trying not to feel like a creep.

You're a freshman in college, so go date a freshman in college. But now they're a 19 and 1 month year old adult dating a (17 and 11 month year old) minorrrr.

Obviously this doesn't apply to people that aren't in this one extremely specific situation...but does anyone else feel my pain

Lowkey just a chill girl who’s thirsty for knowledge

i don’t know how to use tumblr yet don’t yell at me

You wouldn’t yell in the reblogs of a girl with glasses, would ya?

they would say noot noot if they could

I knew poinsettias "faked" having big flowers by just turning some leaves red but I didn't know the real tiny flowers in the middle looked like such idiots

when I was pulled under the waves

my eyes stung

it felt like when the shampoo drips in the shower

my mouth got salty

it felt like when I get fries from the place I hate

my body dragged

then rolled

it felt like nothing

nothing good

nothing bad

there's nothing under there

When I die you have permission to turn me into a frankenstein monster, donate my blood to a vampire, put a tree in me, feed me to the rats, use my bones for tools, put my skin over a drum, or let birds nest inside me. Just don't go through my search history.

why i hate english class

I like the words in my head

But as soon as I type them out

The black 12-pt letters mock me

Nana nana, boo boo

We don’t like you

That’s when the letters begin to move:

Darting across the page

Every direction

Bumping into each other

Transferring energy

Making an incoherent mess

I reach for a blanket

I catch them in one fell swoop,

swing the bundle over my head,

throw them in the can

That’s when the letters begin to cry:

Wailing through the metal

Very loudly

Falling on their knees

Claiming to be sorry

They didn’t mean it

Too bad! 

Now I have a new thought

To take out of my head

And onto the page

And off the page again