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feeling more insecure about my friendships then i'd like to admit so i'll just cry for hours instead
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sometimes i really wish i could be on an island by myself, taking care of no one except me and my dogs, and doing the things i want, i need to do, without guilt
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Find the Mark to your Ethan.
The Unnus to your Annus.
The sex toy to your breakfast.
The waxing to your therapy.
The hot dog to the bad stomachache you’ll have for three days straight.
But most importantly, find someone with the strong fucking good will that Amy has being the cameraman of this two DAILY to record them doing really questionable stuff. Because that right there is LOVE.
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Also this happened.
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17 year old Ethan: I did a backflip for markiplier ksjdfhksjrdg omfg i can’t believe this ahhh and I actually talked to him holy SHIT
23 year old Ethan: 
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This is the first meme I ever made and its dumb.
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Unus Annus. Unus Annus. UNAS ANNUS.
UNAS ANNUS.
Edit: I realized i cant spell. UNUS ANNUS
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Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me
I wish I was living the life I wanna live
I wish I wasn’t so dependable, resposible, avalible
I wish people people didn’t rely on me
I wish I said no... I wish I said no so many times over it was my norm instead of a a foriegn concept
I wish no one needed me — not my job, not my mom, not my sister
I wish I was a more selfish person
I wish I wasn’t generous
I wish I was paying bills that only belonged to me
I wish I could do my own routine and stick to my plans and not have it be inturrupted by agruments, tension, poor communication and hurt feelings
(because now my feelings are hurt and and i dont want to have plans anymore)
I wish I could just go to the gym, come home and cook what I want and not have to think about others
I wish I went to school in California, stayed there and never, ever came back, never looked back
I wish my family would lose my number
I wish I lived with Stephen
I wish I lived with Stephen in an apartment
I wished I lived with Stephen in an apartment with no kids and it was just me and him, him and me, and no one else, in our home, our space... where we selfishly choose each other and no one cared
I wish I wasn’t always stuck in the middle
(I wish they knew how to fix things without me, leave me alone)
I wish I wasn’t the person to look to or call for guidance
I wish I could be a child instead of a mother
I wish I could be a 25 year old black woman doing what 25 year old black women do and only worrying about what 25 year old black woman need to worry about
I wish my family didn’t need me to fix everything.. to be a mediator
I wish they would just leave me be
I wish I didnt have to always ask about your day and talk, and things could just be quiet
andjustbecauseitsquietitdoesn’tmeananythingis wrong,
I just like things to be
quiet
and
unbothered.
I want to be unbothered
unburdened
.
.
.
But this is my life,
this has always been my life
I chose this life...
because I want to be a good person
and people need me to be a good person
(I made people need me, I did this)
and I could never turn my back on them,
because then I would hate myself
knowing I could help...
But,
some days,
I wish I just could,
turn my back on it all,
just to know
if that
would make me happier
in the end...
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i still can't get over the fact that i'll never get to see Mac Miller live again...
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goin home to be ugly in peace is one of my fav things to do
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So my kids are peacefully playing Pokemon in the library floor, and my mom starts reading some random magazine article aloud to them without even considering asking them if they give a fuck, and then I guess they didn’t both start staring at her all fascinated, because she stopped and demanded to know if they were paying attention. My daughter said she was. So then my mom starts quizzing her on the person in the article’s name, and the date, like damn woman if it wasn’t in front of you I doubt you’d remember. And bless, my daughter did actually regurgitate these useless facts! Stuff it, Nana!
But I tell you because not only does this bullshit exchange resemble most of my mother’s interactions with my kids, but this is how we treat kids as a culture. This is normal. They’re playing a game which requires specialized knowledge, math, reading, sportsmanship, strategy–a lot of thinking. And she still thinks it’s fine to demand that they drop everything and listen to her, because obviously whatever they choose to do doesn’t matter. And most people would see nothing wrong with this.
Kids are people. They deserve agency and respect.
I’m tired.
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this one…
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girl culture is turning around every few feet when you’re walking alone to see if someone’s following u
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