Patriarchy, in two words.
I want to feel excited but I just live with this dread that once I get to move in and everything my school is going to kick me out because I am poor even though I’m basically selling my soul to attend it
Like I just need to relax and let them help me because why would they accept me in the first place? I need to remind myself that poorer people than me have gone to schools like mine and just chill
LIKE FIRST DAY OF COLLEGE IS TOMORROW GODDAMN !!!!!!!
i get anxious for people who fall asleep on public transit. like where is your home? how many stops have you missed? this was not a time for a nap
me: beyoncé - ***flawless (remix) [feat. nicki minaj]
you: ariana grande - problem (feat. iggy azalea)
Virgin shaming and slut shaming piss me off in equal amounts. There’s nothing magical or special about being a virgin, and same goes with having sex. You know what’s magical? Shutting the fuck up about people’s personal choices.
straight up (Ashley Gordon)
BOND is a tiny touch module. It can be a pendant or a bracelet but it comes in pairs. You keep one and you give one to a friend. When you touch it, your friend feels it. No matter where they are on the planet. We don’t do tweets, we do tickles.
we need this
gonna put it on my dick
THAT IS NOT THE INTENDED USE SIR
This is actually so cool because some people wear bracelets and necklaces and things as comfort items. I used to wear a necklace from my grandma to remind me of her and I would touch the pendant on it when I was feeling down or stressed. So imagine (if she were still alive), every time I did that she would know I was thinking of her, drawing strength from her.
And then imagine poking it and the other person feels it and pokes back and you end up in a real life facebook poke war.
I would send messages in morse code
magine you and your best friend have one. When the friend dies, he/she is buried with the bracelet. A couple weeks later, you feel someone touch your wrist.
Well this escalated from cool tech to perverted hilarity to something heartfelt then finally something out a creepypasta
You know sweatpants?
In Australia we call them trakky-dacks.
im starting to think you aussies are just fucking with us
we actually aren’t and that’s the horrendous part.