pizza-dat-butt
18/(she/her)/college student ★ crochet, alt rock, biology!, bad at cooking
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Been dating my bf for 6 almost 7 months, which rounds up to a year, which is basically enough time to know i want to marry him, so basically he should propose already
i don’t know how to use tumblr yet don’t yell at me
You wouldn’t yell in the reblogs of a girl with glasses, would ya?
Crochet mutuals come behold sppspspspsps
My mom made this. She said you guys would drool on it.
Pattern here
I think we’re going to be together forever.
“Don’t say that”, said the older woman in the car. Hand on the steering wheel, her eyes remained fixed on the narrow one-lane road ahead of her. “I know you love him now, but what if someone better comes along?”
The younger woman stuttered in protest, “What if? Someone better? What?”
There was no one better. They belonged together. She was healing, and he was gentle. He laughed with her and the sense of humor she had developed, loved the jokes that made her the “funny one” because she was soft and small and wouldn’t be heard when she wasn’t being funny. He appreciated every thought she had and loved her for being alive.
A fire burned hot in the young woman’s heart as she looked back at her mother. Her lips were barely parting as she finished her sentence “…probably not going to get married.”
they would say noot noot if they could
I knew poinsettias "faked" having big flowers by just turning some leaves red but I didn't know the real tiny flowers in the middle looked like such idiots
I could never hate Vera Whitefern
I could never hate Vera because of the scene where she broke her leg and got chocolate and a puzzle out of it, and then AUDRINA GOT CHOCOLATE AND A PUZZLE TOO? That had my blood boiling. I’m an only child, but do parents actually do this? It’s giving, “It’s your sibling’s birthday, but you get a gift too because we love you equally.” Like??? Love them equally on THEIR birthday.
Also…
KIDS AREN’T BORN EVIL?
Baby Vera admiring Lucky was not a sign of her being an evil, ungrateful child who hated her mom. Of course the baby spent more time with the pretty, shiny lady that didn’t move much and not the mom running around the house cleaning. Ellie was projecting from, like, the moment she came back to the house.
Damian “I don’t give a damn what Vera does” not giving a damn what Vera did also had nothing to do with her being an evil, ungrateful child. He was too busy projecting his fantasies about what perfect women should be like onto his other daughters, but he could have at least, like, given his other daughter and girlfriend love.
Ugh. It’s like that saying that men love getting women to do things but don’t like women that are willing to do the same things.
Anyways, everyone in that household seems to have hated Vera from the moment of her conception and called her an evil child. So…her feelings towards the family as she grows up aren’t signs she’s evil, they’re completely justified consequences.
“I keep that thang on me”
Otto Soglow in The San Francisco Examiner, California, September 6, 1932
Confessions of a girl who skipped a grade
Being super young for your grade is great until you try to date someone.
You're 16, so go date a 16 year old. Have fun being the senior dating a sophomore and trying not to feel like a creep.
You're a freshman in college, so go date a freshman in college. But now they're a 19 and 1 month year old adult dating a (17 and 11 month year old) minorrrr.
Obviously this doesn't apply to people that aren't in this one extremely specific situation...but does anyone else feel my pain
i need u Jesus
storms a-comin!
When I die you have permission to turn me into a frankenstein monster, donate my blood to a vampire, put a tree in me, feed me to the rats, use my bones for tools, put my skin over a drum, or let birds nest inside me. Just don't go through my search history.
“When you stop talking to people, stop talking about them too.”
— Unknown
why i hate english class
I like the words in my head
But as soon as I type them out
The black 12-pt letters mock me
Nana nana, boo boo
We don’t like you
That’s when the letters begin to move:
Darting across the page
Every direction
Bumping into each other
Transferring energy
Making an incoherent mess
I reach for a blanket
I catch them in one fell swoop,
swing the bundle over my head,
throw them in the can
That’s when the letters begin to cry:
Wailing through the metal
Very loudly
Falling on their knees
Claiming to be sorry
They didn’t mean it
Too bad!
Now I have a new thought
To take out of my head
And onto the page
And off the page again
Being called pretty
People tell me I'm pretty, and it makes me smile. I call other girls pretty, models pretty, instagrammers pretty. I never see the girls in the pictures move but I swear it makes them smile too. I think it's a compliment.
After being called the magic word, pretty, I wonder if I still am pretty. Someone commented how pretty I was on the pic I posted last week. How much have I aged since then? Am I still pretty? Will people dissapointed when they see me at school tomorrow? I'm not as pretty as the girl on their phones. And I'm certainly not as pretty as the other girls walking around.
Everyone calls them pretty too. And they have boyfriends that call them cute, or hot, or amazing, or beautiful. I want that too, but for now I just want someone to call me pretty again.
when I was pulled under the waves
my eyes stung
it felt like when the shampoo drips in the shower
my mouth got salty
it felt like when I get fries from the place I hate
my body dragged
then rolled
it felt like nothing
nothing good
nothing bad
there's nothing under there
Where are all my girlies that walk in other people's footprints in the snow so they don't ruin it more ):
first world problems
My current first world problem is that I'm so close to being a first generation college student
*my mom is from Natchez Mississippi, a pretty poor area, no one on her side of the family graduated college except her mom (I think she did a short teaching program) and cousin (went to a random school in mississippi).
*my dad is from virginia. his dad went straight to the military and didn't go to college, and his mom dropped out of college (story for another time)
My mom joined the Army after high school to pay for college and my dad went to West Point and joined the military. For graduate programs they went to Troy State. I am grateful for this because it allowed them to get better jobs, access to secure military bases, and slightly more respect in the world. BUT I refuse to become a service member. SOOO I don't have any parent connections at any school that I would be a good fit for.
tl;dr
both of my parents are first-generation college students with army-based careers but that story DOESN'T HELP ME AT ALL because being a second-gen student doesn't mean squat and i don't have a family connection in fields outside the army ):
Like I don't want to join the army or even work as a civilian member of the army workforce. I'm sick of it. I want to be a biochemist, d.o., or environmental scientist! And yes I could do those within the gov but I'm sick of the US government. I don't want to help the government. I want to help the world.
The doctor said "You aren't going to have a baby", but his grimace made me think twice before smiling.
"So what IS that?"
i wonder if Gen Z/Alpha/Beta is gonna make a movie romanticizing 9/11 the same way people made a movie about the titanic survivors...
"sorry jack, there's not enough room on this staircase"
my dog is so fake
I went downstairs to get a midnight snack while my dog was sleeping. I turned on the light and made a bunch of noise but she only looked up when she heard the sound of a single goldfish dropping on the floorrrr