So I (well, my friend) found the new twitter accounts of two people we fell out with about a year ago. Looking through their tweets, I can’t believe I ever worried about what such aggressive, ignorant, hypocritical chavs thought of me.

Despite the fact we’re pretty sure they’re stalking both our accounts, it’s actually brightened my day because it’s shown me how pointless and silly all that stressing back then was. I honestly don’t care if they’re reading everything I write out loud in a pub to all their mates and sticking pins in a voodoo doll of me. I hadn’t thought about them for months, they clearly can’t say the same about me, so I guess I should be flattered I still factor so much into their sad little lives.


Joan Rivers is a horrible fucking person but I would never wish death upon her. So many people are hoping she dies and it makes me sad for humanity. You wishing death upon a person does not make you any better than her. It makes you the same as her. Don’t be Joan Rivers. Look where it got her.


okay if we’re mutuals u can

  • ask for my phone number
  • snapchat
  • instagram
  • facebook
  • skype
  • kik

this has been a psa thank u

  • fat women: *gets shit on by peers, media, the fashion industry, products and marketing*
  • skinny women: *praised by literally everyone*
  • skinny women: *doesn't say shit while fat women are being put down*
  • Nicki: fuck skinny bitches
  • skinny women: what the FUCK what htE FUCK??? YOU ARE Nt gonna get ANYhwer by shMING ANY body type...we have to LOVE evyer,,,one!!!!1111
  • original-plastic:

    Homosexuality is unnatural! It says so in this book where snakes talk, people come back from the dead, a guy walks on water, and a virgin has a baby.



    Being an adult is realizing that $5,000 is a lot of money to owe and very little money to own.

    this is real

    You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.
    Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via choiceless-choices)

    anxiety is terrible, you could be having an attack and no one would even know because it’s an inward thing. it feels like you’re malfunctioning and you can’t process your own thoughts. you get a knot in your stomach and you can’t take a full breath but outwardly you can literally just sit there and look completely normal as long as no one tries to speak to you.


    shoutout to the friends that still like me

    all two of you