Man I feel really bad for the Tumblr Staff because I bet they aimed for Tumblr to be a cool, suavé, photographic place for artists but in reality it’s made up of hormonal teenagers who obsess over gay fictional characters, and can’t even handle the reblog button turning green to teal
IT IS MINT GREEN
I’VE REBLOGGED THIS TWICE BEFORE REALISING THAT THE STAFF SAID THAT!
Laughing out loud at Friends episodes in bed with my dog. #living
I’ve been holding these words back for too long, but fuck you!
What the hell is wrong with you?! You tell me that you miss talking and want to be back in my life and then you disappear again two days later? And then on top of that, when you’re finally back in town again - for what will be an extended period of time - you don’t even reach out to me?! Yet I was your “best friend” before you left for school?
Seriously, dude? I wish you’d message me just so I had a reason to say this all to your face. I hate you for what you’ve done and I hate that now I can’t be alone without hating myself.
But like look how Jimmy hovers his hand like, “Oooh, I don’t want to touch part of the golden trio.”
When is it my turn to crawl into bed next to a warm body and cuddle before falling asleep?
Why must I be forced to lay on the couch and imagine the pillows behind me to be another person while I watch TV?
I’m tired of seeing your face in every person I come in contact with.
This world is too big for me to feel like everyone could be a cousin, aunt, or uncle of yours.
It’s not fair that while I so deeply mourn for the companionship of another human being I’m forced into this terrible, miserable loneliness.
All you’ve done is show me what it’s like not to be alone, and I’ll never again be satisfied with being the only person in my bed.
I hate you for that.
I literally hate when a supervisor is criticizing you and is like “I don’t mean to embarrass you or anything … ” What the heck is wrong with you?! Of course I’m embarrassed! What gave it away? I don’t know, maybe the fact that my face is now the colour of a ripe tomato, you gigantic douche twat!
I’m sorry. And I know we can get into trouble, but I…I can’t take this anymore and I feel like we have to at least talk about it.
Siiiiighhh … this so closely resembles what happened to me this summer. The only difference is the boy is a moron and isn’t nearly as mature as Ben. So when he went off to school this fall we only lasted three weeks and now we don’t even talk. At all. Ever.
It’s sad. But that whole “It’s not just me, right?”/”No, it’s not just you.” conversation is one of the best feelings in the world. So at least I got to experience that for once in my life.
Jesus, I’m sobbing! This is the wisest baby ever.