Am I the only one who deliberately ask stupid questions just to kill awkward silences ? Awkward silences itself doesn’t bother me but I know it is bothering the person I’m talking to so it also bothers me because I feel like a social failure. So I put my pride on the line by asking the most stupid and hopelessly captain obvious question ever. I hate being awkward.
“Too many young girls don’t know how to act when someone’s being inappropriate with them. They giggle or they try to brush it off. Don’t do that. Tell them to go fuck themselves - be a bitch. If someone’s being disrespectful to you, be disrespectful right back. Show them the same amount of respect that they show you.”—Wise words from my mom (via magicrobotgeography)
one time a white student from the university in my home town was talking to a student that came from africa to study and said “wow growing up in africa must have been so tough for you” and he just replied “my family could buy you” and walked away
It’s a rainy and calming day, so I’m just going to kick back, binge watch bob’s burgers, and have a glass of wine. When I say glass, I mean mug of wine, because i’m classy like that. and when I mean mug, I mean my trusty Tabasco mug because I am all about that life.
it’s just so funny how you can just click with some people but not others, like you can meet a new friend who completely gets you in like 2 weeks and yet have a parent or relative who still doesn’t know your simplest likes and dislikes after 20 years. its weird
“And I realized as I walked through the neighbourhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty separate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.”—Janet Fitch (via amandaonwriting)
That was meant to be private. My brain is gone. What a completely shit day. And I may as well tell you something else, the dumbest thing I heard today is “Now that so and so has passed away you see firsthand why you should appreciate every moment you have.”
Really? I mean, what does that even mean? Does that even mean anything at all? Who on this planet can be appreciative of every moment he or she has? No one. Not a single one. You live, you do your damned best, some days you’re thankful and some days you’re not, some things you’re proud of and some things you regret. But the one thing you should never regret is not having lived “every day to its fullest.” We’re not built for that. We’re not built for perpetual gratitude and perpetual vitality, I’m terribly sorry to break it to you. “Live life to its fullest!” Well, to Hell with you, there’s no such thing. There are going to be hollow days and stupid days and boring days and gray days and ridiculous days. They’re all days. You do your best and you hope that it was enough and that you were enough. And I guarantee that it and you will never be enough. That’s it. It’s okay. And that’s enough.