Climbing Up the Walls

Do I just sleep now, or stay awake and pass it off as a nap?

Realization: this is why I don’t have friends (along with my absolutely awful personality)

I either talk way too much and bombard you with bullshit endlessly (see: supes)

Or I don’t talk at all and you slowly forget i exist/generally don’t care about me anymore (see: everyone else)

Bonus round: I just pop up every so often, but because I happen to hate myself so openly with you, you just decide not to bother (see: mackenzie)

otherbully1:

I am honestly so much more content sitting in my room alone at night smiling and crying to myself as I watch my favorite tv shows, than being out in the uncomfortable situation that involves me pretending to be having the good time of my life with boring people, who don’t know a thing about me, who don’t care about me, who do pointless things. 

Which is why I’ve bailed on countless parties and club invites.

I just don’t like you niggas

So the other day i was talking about wanting to be a sultry lady spy (something about doing badass things in a sexy dress just really makes me feel like doing something with my life) and this guy I know was like “oh, I’m sure there’s a sweet feminine you in there somewhere” and idk what about killing people in a pair of loubs and a clingy dress reads as sweet but man I was just upset in general. It’s like he undermined the idea because I’m a lady and somehow at the same time not lady enough. Fuck you dude, just because I don’t go around all super femme which I am assuming is his idea of feminine at all doesn’t mean I’m not to begin with. It’s like never seeing me in a dress just makes all my guy friends think i secretly have a penis and yet I’m still just a thing they might be able to fuck later i don’t get it

My Joanie is gone forever

I don’t want to be 
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.

Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.

(Source: lucyquin)

texts between supes and i are like my slow descent into madness and him just being done with it

the more i think about it, the more i realize robin lucked out. i wasn’t sure if i had soap or cheese on my hand so i just licked it.