OH NY FUCKING GOFD I JUST WALKED PAST A SCARY CRAZY OLD MAN AND HE SCREAMED IN MY FACE “I CAN SEE YOU LOVE THE INTERNET I CAN TELL BY YOUR DEAD EYES” I WAS SO SCARED IS IT REALLY TAHT OBVIOUS OMF HELP
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OH NY FUCKING GOFD I JUST WALKED PAST A SCARY CRAZY OLD MAN AND HE SCREAMED IN MY FACE “I CAN SEE YOU LOVE THE INTERNET I CAN TELL BY YOUR DEAD EYES” I WAS SO SCARED IS IT REALLY TAHT OBVIOUS OMF HELP
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I loathe when people think that I’m shy rather than introverted. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being shy, I’m just not, and they are two separate things. People cajoling me into social situations try to assure me that I “don’t have to talk to everyone” or that “everyone will love me.”
Bitch, of course they will like me. I am delightful. I just find prolonged social interactions to be extremely exhausting.
— Comment by popculturemulcher in the article I’m Not a Miserable Bitch, I’m Just an Introvert
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i just made an event out of minorly changing my profile design/theme.
i swear to god i’m regressing to my fourth grade self who’d reject friend invites forever to sit at home and play neopets on the computer. good lord what is my life all i want to do is be alone or be in love, but those are basically the same things, right? #polarities
this is better after realizing that he’s weird al-ing the ludacris “back seat, windows up, thats the way we like to” song.
(Source: strawberrydefjam, via iphone420)
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(i think the wording on this kind of misses the point a lot, but the general sentiment about being intertwined is really appropriate and right, and it’s what i think whenever someone tells me i should stop tweeting and get a life. i grew up online because the “real world” didn’t work for/like/appreciate/care about/interest me, and now the “virtual world” and the “real world” exist exactly together and blahblah everything’s wonderful but oh shit how am i going to go to india without constant internet access ugh ew.)
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