Quirkymaknae

I have days where I’m just in love with myself more than anything in the world. But lately, more and more often, I find that I’m disgusted with myself. I’m a nurturer by nature, but these days, I seem to be caring about everyone else but myself. People say “If you want to find love, you first have to love yourself.” I’ve tried. I’ve tried for so long. All I’ve succeeded in doing was seeing reasons why no one would ever want me let alone love me. I feel like a dandelion in a field of beautiful flowers. I love my friends, honestly. I’ve never cared about a group of people so much. But sometimes I feel as if i resent their happiness sometimes. They have relationships that work out beautifully for them, while my own are fictitious and don’t exist beyond the realm of my mind. I wonder if I’m asking for too much by wanting someone to fall in love with me. Objectively speaking, I probably wouldn’t want to fall in love with me either. I don’t particularly feel as though I’m aesthetically pleasing. I don’t think I’m someone that someone would be proud to date. I don’t know how I could ever think I’d be worth someone’s time. Some days I feel that I’m not even worth my own time. I’m dreadfully boring, fat, annoying,clingy, my cooking sucks, I snore like a bear, I move too much in my sleep. I could honestly keep going for days only to get to the point of: WHAT MAN IN HIS RIGHT MIND WOULD EVER WANT ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!? I don’t know if I’ll ever date again. It’s not like the opportunity is presenting itself. And if I’m not the one initiating the relationship, it’s not like guys are flocking to be asking me out. Or even just one guy. And why would they? What’s so special about a common weed compared to an entire garden?

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sherlockhomeboyy:

itscyran:

If so, you knew how turnt Tumblr use to be

cereal guy, odd future, taylor gang, reblog if, like if, that awkward moment when, supreme, obey… good times 😊

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blainsturbation:

dapperzino:

• rONALD
• WEASLEY

how DARE  you steal that car i am absolutely DISGUSTED

#i will literally never be able to read this without hearing her voice

consultingdetectiveinc:

vortisaurus:

my dad just walked in, asked me “what do you get when you cross a joke with a rhetorical question?” and left

dads are on a whole different level man

lifewithdemetra:

bigbillscharlie:

lifewithdemetra:

unoriginalityisdead:

Let me tell y'all a story.
So a couple weeks ago my white friend Becca came over. Now I’m already pissed off because this bitch came to my house unannounced. If there’s one thing white people are good at doing it’s going places unannounced and uninvited ask all the Native Americans who were chillin af speaking to the trees and shit before Christopher Columbus came.
But anyways, Becca is at my house and we chilling on our phones and she’s like, “oh I’m hungry” now I’m thinking to myself, “the fuck that gotta do with me?” but being the nice host I am I get my ass up to try to get her something to eat. (Now if you black you know the struggle of not having shit to eat in the house because your parents gave up on feeding you and shit) so now I gotta improvise and get my chef skills on.
I make us some fried rice with fried chicken, chef boyardee on these niggas.
Now IM NOT EVEN LYING TO YOU GUYS, Becca takes one bite of the rice and goes, “OH MY GOD THIS IS SO SPICY, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU PUT IN HERE?”
Now I’m confused af because idk what she talking about. I hadn’t even passed her the hot sauce yet. Becca says again, “omygosh I swear to God this is the spiciest rice I’ve ever tasted what the hell type of sauce did you use?” I kicked her out of my house immediately. This bitch was freaking out over SOY SAUCE. THE ONLY SAUCE I USED IN THAT BITCH WAS SOY SAUCE. Bitch ain’t never coming to my house again. I don’t need that type of stress in my life.

😭😭😭😭😭😭 this is the funniest story I’ve read all day

bigbillscharlie

😂😂😂 FOH!!! Tom refuses to try Jamaican food lmfao!!!

😭😭😭😭why not?

need-a-cali-fit-bod:

lyricfanatic:

alexhimmighoefer:

konagrown:

brunette-curves:

Telling other girls that they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship

say out loud every nice thought you have

The other day at school, I told a girl I liked her umbrella, and it surprised her so much, that she loudly blurted “they’re on sale at Target!!!” and it was just funny and cute.

Yesterday I was boarding my plane home and I just had to tell the stewardess that I loved her hair! Glorious, multicolored curly natural afro and just as I’m telling her she stops me and tells me how much she loves my jacket.

#girls complimenting other girls 2015

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enstarprise:

alegbra:

being 17 is weird because you can get hit on by 14-year-olds and 20-year-olds and it’s THE SAME AGE DIFFERENCE

It’s also weird because you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life. You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen