I’m so sick of you telling me nothing’s changed when we’re out you won’t even look at me let alone hold my hand or put your arm around me or kiss my forehead and it’s not fair because I give you all the love in the world. And you only care about yourself and you’ll keep pushing until you get me to say what you want to hear and I’ll never forget how cold you were when you told me to call you by your name and not by Love. There was no forgiveness or understanding in your voice just annoyance. And everything hurts now because it’s all empty.
I was trying to explain to my grandma what being bisexual meant and saying that I looked at ladies butts and she was all
"You’re not GAY everyone checks out ladies rear ends" and my sister was like "I have never wanted to look at a ladies butt"
Later my grandma called me and was like “I THINK I MIGHT BE A LITTLE GAY”
BEST GRANDMA STORY
logging onto tumblr near autumn
shut up mom! my acapella dubstep group WILL take off and you’ll be sorry for ever calling it stupid!
*tap dances over to u* bitch do we have a problem
'where is the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago' an autobiography i'll never write because i keep losing the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago.
"This isnt a project that you will be able to do the night before"