i hate having an ear infection bc growing up i had a lisp and i got rid of it and i havent heard myself correctly like all week and now my lisp is coming back like wtf??? i think i had a lisp when i was a kid bc i had ear infections all the time and couldn hear myself
there is no one expecting dick to taste good though. i’ve never ever once met a cis dude paranoid about his genitals tasting weird or salty or sweaty or whatever. but of course pussy has to taste like fruit and whatever. OF COURSE.
So I don’t think im an infj i think im an enfx bc my p and j are so balanced with each other i don’t think i have a preference of either one but probably lean more towards enfp bc enfj seems like a control freak lol
Not going to name anybody but I had a dream last night that I was complaining about somebody on the internet to somebody else through asks over here and they got REALLY mad bc apparently they were friends and they were like “you know what Simone? Fuck you” and it caught me off guard I was like “what???” And they hacked my email and posted embarrassing photos of me from when I was 11 with captions like “theyellowbrickUGLY” and then posted photos of them in a blonde wig pretending to be me and some of the photos of them pretending to me were kinda funny and made me laugh but then I remembered they were making fun of me and felt bad. Anyway I know it was just a dream but it was intense
hey one of my highschool friends murdered her girlfriend in utah on saturday. can you please share the gofundme with your followers to help pay for the funeral expenses?? it's gofundme / tawneebaird. thank you!!
I actually knew her and have personally donated to the funeral funds and encourage anyone who has the money to donate to do so. What happened was a tragedy.
do not think about your crush in an old sweatshirt with scruffy hair and a sleepy smile ok dont think about them humming to themselves as they make breakfast in this attire ok dont think about how the light hits them as they sit down across from you and eat breakfast ok just dONT
do not think about joe biden getting ready for bed, wearing a tiny white pair of undies and mid-calf socks while drying off his freshly washed face with a plush egyptian cotton towel
IDK guys im not a big risk taker and id be investing so much money into all of the film stuff and i just hope you guys would support me like watch my videos and even if theyre not very good be patient as i learn and grow bc film is my passion writing is my passion and i really want to bring my visions to life and i know its weird but being sick and bedridden all week has gotten me really motivated to do a lot of things as i get better bc i realize im not doing anything in my life right now that im passionate about and i really need that
i really want to start making short films right now immediately like after i have all of my LA fund complete im going to start spending all my paychecks on cameras and lighting and other stuff and just really pour my heart into it bc i feel like im really wasting time not being proactive
“The story of Cassandra, the woman who told the truth but was not believed, is not nearly as embedded in our culture as that of the Boy Who Cried Wolf—that is, the boy who was believed the first few times he told the same lie. Perhaps it should be.”—In her cover essay on silencing women in the October 2014 issue of Harper’s, Rebecca Solnit once again proves that she is one of our era’s greatest essayist – further evidence here and here. (via explore-blog)
So I was ringing up a customer and their child took one of our hangers and after the customer paid I was like “hey you I’m going to need that hanger back!” All playfully and they gave it back so I turned around to put it back and when I looked back the child was still there but their parent was gone and in my head I was like fuck I don’t want to be responsible for this child so I’m all like “your family is leaving without you!” To try to get the child to run to catch up with them but the kid just keeps standing there and kind of looks a little horrified honestly and then I realized this was a totally different child that just looked a lot like the other one and this child was with the next customer in line and I basically traumatized them lol
“My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.”—