Panromantic bisexual, music geek/nerd/obsessed, loves to play instruments, i can play 6, ive been through a lot, so i know what a lot of you feel.
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Im not perfect, no one is, but i'm perfectly flawed, and still struggling to come to terms with myself.
Everyone should be happy with themselves; you all so so beautiful!!
Remember to smile, and enjoy my random blog of who-knows-what. :)
--->Stay strong my pickles :3
I FUCKING SAW THIS AT WAL MART I CANT FUCKIGN TAKE IT IM STILL LAUHGING FU CK
not funny tho….
congratulations. by reblogging this post with 41 thousand notes and commenting “not funny tho…”, you have successfully turned the tides of history. everybody is looking down solemnly at their computer keyboards, as millions of ants pour out of their fingernails. this post is no longer funny. the world has stopped spinning. a child cries as its parents turn into 4 foot tall spiders. a mother robin devours her young, the sun itself turning into a “no fun allowed” sign. are you proud of how much you’ve done. are you proud of your impact on society and the future of the world. your head dislocates from your body, your mouth devouring yourself inside out until you cease to exist. there is nothing. it is now funny. a chorus of screaming laughter erupts from the void.
You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.