He always looks blown away like “OMG…THERE’S PEOPLE…..FOR ME??” *flashes smile that kills fans….everywhere*
There’s a fine line between dreams come true and nightmares.
College has helped me control my ranting so much. I almost went on an anti-feminism rant in a blog (My whole extreme feminism is just as bad as a male dominate society rant). But then I was like, “Jocelyn, what if your professor is a feminist?” And them I thought, “Hmm.. Better not.”
they’re coming home for the hoilday
if you see this on your dash and don’t reblog judging you
whenever i see them, i thank them. you dont even know half of what they go through
we think we’re made of numbers. percentages on tests, pounds on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes. but we’re not. we are made of love and happiness and they way we laugh. we’re made of good memories and late nights and past-curfews. we have more substance than numbers.
If I say I have an idea for a paper, don’t take it. kthxbye.
I am about to go on a fucking rage.