Bisexual-bread-crumb - My Curbside

i dont fucking know

About to make myself cry in class from a scene I made up in my head, more at 8

Another thing I hate:

When you fuck up and people try to tell you didn’t.

Because I very obviously fucked up.

Like BIG TIME fucked up.

In front of 30+ people.

And they still have the audacity to tell you “you didn’t do bad” or “no one could tell”.

I just want someone to look me in the eye and say “yea, you fucked up. That was absolute shit. But you’re gonna kill it next time. So when you’re done crying, let’s go get waffle cones.”

I just really need some honest, passive aggressive support.

We should be fine as long as we do not reblog bread.

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Hot hot hot hot chocolate

HEY WE GOT IT

hobbies masterpost!

a really excellent way to reduce anxiety is to pick up a new hobby. find something you’re interested in, learn it, then use it as a healthy and productive way to cope.

learn to play guitar

learn how to make interactive stories with the free program Twine

learn how to make pixel art

learn another language

learn how to build a ship in a bottle

learn how to develop your own film

learn how to embroider

learn how to make chiptunes (8-bit music)

learn how to make origami (the art of paper folding)

learn how to make tumblr themes

learn how to make jewelry 

learn how to make candy

learn how to make terrariums

learn how to make your own perfume

learn how to make your own tea

learn how to build birdhouses

learn how to read tarot cards

learn how to make zines

learn how to code

learn how to whittle (wood carving)

learn how to make candles

learn how to make clay figurines

learn how to knit scarves

learn how to become an amateur astronomer

learn some yoyo tricks

learn how to start a collection

learn how to start body building

learn how to edit wikipedia articles

learn how to decorate iphone cases

learn how to do freelance writing

learn how to make your own cards and

learn how to make your own envelopes

learn how to play the ukulele 

learn how to make gifs

learn how to play chess

learn how to juggle

learn how to guerrilla garden

learn how to chart your family history

learn how to keep chickens

learn how to do yoga

learn how to do magic tricks

learn how to raise and breed butterflies

learn how to play dungeons & dragons

learn how to skateboard

learn how to do parkour

learn how to surf

learn how to arrange flowers

learn how to make stuffed animals

You’re a Queen When No One is Watching-

Why is it, in the late darkness of night,

When beasts roam my bedroom floor and monsters reach out from beneath my bed,

When everyone sleeps, but for the wild imagination lurking behind my eyes,

When I’m at my loneliest and most vulnerable,

My most wild, euphoric, depressed, inspired and wisest self,

That I am at my most beautiful?

When I decide I will no longer attempt to succumb to sleep’s blissful embrace,

When I enter a room with Alice’s looking glass,

And see the circles beneath my eyes, the gentle curve of my lips, and sharp lines of my once full face,

Why do I look like a goddess of war, the judge of your soul beyond death, the unstoppable, raging force of a true queen...

Why does the real me choose to show herself when there is no one there to see the rawness of being a real human being...

When no one is there to love the part of you that you love yourself.

The you you hide,

To save that last little bit of light from the darkness of others...

Humans are awesome