Theme
Everyone please excuse the way my blog looks right now, i was messing around with the theme and i fucked it up. LOL. so i gotta fix it now. :P But i can’t fix it until probably later today or some other time when i’m not busy…
halliebadger
This pleases me.
I want to play this.
I would honestly love to play this with my friends, but my friends that i hang out with on a daily basis would probably think this was stupid… ):
(Source: halliebadger, via nigelreyes)
the-ss-destiel
Why couldn’t Thor’s hammer break Captain America’s shield?
BECAUSE IT WAS MADE OUT OF FREEDOM AND THE DREAMS OF THE AMERICAN PEOPLE
uh excuse me wasn’t it adamantium
no it’s vibranium
you mean FREEDOMIUM
Aren’t wolverine’s bones made of adamantium?
No, Wolverine’s bones are made of crystalized maple syrup and universal health care.
(via the-krusty-crew)
ricksanscrotum
if you look up beautiful in the dictionary, there’s a picture of you
under the antonyms
(via velvet-onyxskye)
Breakdown? lol Damn. never thought.
Life is so hard cause i make it hard. I swear to god. I have a really great life. I have amazing friends, the best girlfriend i could ever hope for, and a great family. But somehow, life is hard.
And i know it’s hard. But it’s because of how stupid i am. June rush is here. And i’m cramming 5-7 units a day just to pass most courses and summer school fucking math.
If i didn’t loaft all god damn year, i would be able to fucking do the things i want to do during the summer. UNITS would not be fucking pissing me off right now. But like, what ever, i’m stupid. It’s my fault.
Friend wise, i guess it’s okay there. I’ve pissed off enough people in the past to kinda learn how to act around different people. That doesn’t mean your fake though. Just cause you treat different people differently. It’s just that different people have different comfort levels. But like, i do have great friends. Most of them.. LOL. But like, yea, i try not to cheese them.
I try my best.
And parents. I swear i’m such a disappointment.. I suck at school cause i’m lazy as fuck. I’m lazy as fuck at home. I’m not that attractive, i’m awkward around them, i’m not the kind of kid they can brag to their friends and be proud and shit. like. fuck. I’m just not a great person in general.
And like, fuck. Babe. I told you i love you, and i meant, it so much. I remember i had other times where i wanted to say it, but i didn’t cause i didn’t want it to be like the last one, where i said it too early, and shit died out real soon. no. not again.
But like, why don’t you think you deserve better than me. Like, i’m fucking horrible. You even said it yourself. Like, you don’t even know anymore and YOU even think that i would rather spend time with my friends, or do anything other fucking things in the fucking world, than spend time with you. I really think you should think about looking for someone better. Don’t get me wrong at all, i wanna be with you. I really. want to stay with you. But i really fucking think you can deserve someone way better. Someone who keeps you happy all the time, who gets good grades, who’s more attractive, someone you wouldn’t mind showing your parents, even if you still think they would get mad. cause like, he’s just that great where you think they wont get mad.
Just, that perfect.
It’s bad to think so negatively. But that’s what happens when your a person like me. You just can’t help it. You just can’t help but wonder what it.
Like even right now. This is a first time. I’m broke.
Not financially, but physically and emotionally.
I’m fucking shaking.
I’m actually like, crying. nose stuffy, eyes watery, hard to breathe, everything.
And recently. I thought i got over it from grade 8, when i thought i couldn’t take it anymore, and side note. i still don’t even know if it was my fault or not.
When everyone hated me.
When everyone thought i was ugly, fat, annoying, rude, cocky, lazy, rude, annoying, stupid.
Did i mention rude and annoying? And cocky? And ugly as fuck?
Yea.
Like, i still don’t know it was my fault? Or like, if it was everyone else.
But if i think about it real good.
Of course it was my fault.
Everything is my fault.
It’s always easier just to take the blame, so everyone lives life fine, and i just keep on keeping on.
But now,
I wonder.
I still think.
What if i can’t keep on keeping on.
What if life for everyone else was be way better if i just wasn’t here.
If i was just dead.
