I think my dad heard me crying cause he just cracked open my door and slid a piece of cake on the floor into my room
finally worked up the courage to tell the starbucks girl she was beautiful and i only puked twice
did you puke on her?
that’s not important. what’s important is that she knows how i feel now
medusa, trying to turn you to stone, but you accidentally called her “melissa” when you first walked in and now you’re too embarrassed to look at her. “it’s alright” she keeps saying “i get it all the time” but you still won’t look. u don’t even remember the stone thing until later
Being a good person is a choice. Don’t let people fool you into believing that truly good people never have bad thoughts, are never tempted by the easier path, by the low road, never mess up or act out selfishly. Never believe a person can be good without making a conscious effort.
Every single time you do something good, you’ve made a decision to make the world a little brighter.
Goodness is not an inherent trait, it is a choice. Keep making it! I see you, I’m proud of you, and I’m rooting for you!
“They turned her into a weapon and then complained when she learned to defend herself.”
—unintended consequences
*has no plans* wow I’m wasting my youth away my life is a wasteland I wish I was like one of those busy people
*has two things coming up in the same week* omg ok no I can’t handle the pressure of this wow my anxiety is off the charts this is too much
