When Your Character...

A shit ton, and they're like a silvery colour on my arms, I think they're so pretty

REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

YALL I'M SO PROUD IM GETTING OVER MY FEAR OF BEES :D

LIKE TODAY I GOT NEARISH TO BEES WITHOUT BEING SCARED OF THE BUZZING

LIKE I DID BACK AWAY A COUPLE OF TIMES BUT I DIDNT PROPERLY RUN AWAY OR SCREAM OR ANYTHING

AAND YESTERDAY I TOOK SO MANY PICTURES AND VIDEOS OF THEM (with earphones on but I'm still super happy)

NOW I JUST GOTTA TRAIN MYSELF TO DEAL WITH THE BUZZING PROPERLY

Sorry..... Pussy willow?

Why on earth would someone choose to call a tree PUSSY WILLOW?

LNDLNLDNLE I LOVE YOU SAUR MUCH 😭💜💜💜

YALL I'M SO PROUD IM GETTING OVER MY FEAR OF BEES :D

LIKE TODAY I GOT NEARISH TO BEES WITHOUT BEING SCARED OF THE BUZZING

LIKE I DID BACK AWAY A COUPLE OF TIMES BUT I DIDNT PROPERLY RUN AWAY OR SCREAM OR ANYTHING

AAND YESTERDAY I TOOK SO MANY PICTURES AND VIDEOS OF THEM (with earphones on but I'm still super happy)

NOW I JUST GOTTA TRAIN MYSELF TO DEAL WITH THE BUZZING PROPERLY

Y'all I'm so very normal about being in love (I squealed in happiness while kicking my feet for a solid 20 seconds after seeing this)

do you guys remember “kick his ass baby i got yo flower”

SORRY IF IT'S NOT GOOD OR HASN'T GOT PARTICULARLY GOOD PUNCTUATION I HAVENT PROPERLY WRITTEN IN AGES

You've been hired to clean a graveyard every night for 80 bucks an hour. Its haunted. And by god you are going to make that 80 bucks an hour

Life is like going on trips because my mom made me partake in it and expects me to actually do something

If you're ever flirting with a girl and she doesn't get it, just wait a few years, she'll realise at some point...

Right OK so funny story

I was in the shower, ya know, as you do, when a spider appeared, nearly above my head. Well I thought to myself, "it won't do me any harm, just ignore it." Next thing I know, the fucker swings down like it was Spider Man, so, obviously, me being the pathetic wet cat of a person I am, I scream, the most screamy screm I have ever scrempt. I yell to my mother, "I'm fine, I'm fine, just a spider!" and she tells me grab a sponge and whack the poor thing.

Now, however bad I would feel about pummeling the poor innocent spider, I did not want a spider crawling on the floor or sides of the bath while I was showering, nor did I want it to crawl on me, so I did so. I took a look at the sponge to see if I had killed it, and it moved its legs, so I, instinctively, lobbed it out of the shower. I look at the sponge for a while and didn't want anything to do with it so I kept on showering.

I didn't have my glasses in the bathroom and I completely avoided the sponge, quickly got dryed and dressed to leave as soon as I could, so I do not know if the spider died or if it lives another day.