Hold on when you get love.

selfindulgences:

” How can Kurt do this to Blaine? “
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG, JUST SAW PREVIEWS FOR NEXT GLEE THAT I WILL BE WATCHING. PERIOD.
I know this is probably not going to happen, and its going to be something lame like Sam tells Kurt something that only Kurt would understand or whatever. BUT IF THEY HOOK THE FUCK UP. GAH. I WILL JIZZ IN MY PANTS LIKE A BOSS.

Also, Jiu jitsu made me mood waaay better, talk about destress. My Hollister shirt stills smells godlike and I think I may just rewear everything I’m wearing right now tomorrow, just not the socks or undies. And I love my bestfriend Heather.

sam-is-stoned:

Look how many notes.

<3

this is so cute.

What a perfect post with a perfect gif.

So, I figured out that Alfred Adler’s theory on human inferiority applies to most people I know. Just now, my brother comes home from work bragging about how his new job went well, and how his exercise is paying off so well (he even shows me his scarce abs, not that I should be talking because I’m fat), and he goes on to show me how many gifts he bought for his godson’s birthday that is coming up. With this, I deduce that he has not developed beyond Piaget’s theory of egocentrism, as my brother likes to think about himself and his friends, not his family-unless he needs something. This can be further exampled in his getting a plethora of gifts for his godson’s birthday that is coming up, but not for his own brother’s birthday that happened almost a week ago. Now I don’t feel bad for not getting him anything from San Francisco a year ago.
I’m not mad that he didn’t get me anything, I’m just confused on why, time after time, he thinks of his friends as a priority over his family? Only if he needs something, whether it be money, shelter, or food, that he come to us? He knows we will give these things to him, but it’s because we love him. Does he not love us? Of course he does, but then why doesn’t he show it like we do to him?
Been having a super-stressful day, and there’s not even school today. My acne, my fugly-ass body, recurring things, fucking haters hating on good people, where the fuck is this love I’m waiting for, people who don’t give a fuck about their work and do a shitty-ass job, homework, ARGH.
I don’t wanna sound douchey, but I think I may just go work out to destress myself. Yes, that’ll do.
At least this new Hollister shirt that I’m wearing smells delicious.

I’m Seventeen today. I don’t feel any different. Should I?
Its such a tease, because its like “Oh, you’re seventeen now. Too bad. You still have to be eighteen to be legal AND do crazy shit you won’t remember.”
But hurrah, only one more year. A plus is that my birthday in 2012 will be on a SATURDAY. Fuck December 21, thats when my world ends. I mean, my academic, good-boy world.

mycatlovesgreendayandilovemycat:

“…Do you know how many fucks I give?”

fuck-yeah-tumblrs-best-posts:

Reblogged from elsieewang

Start Project in First Period.
Finish Project in Second Period.
Present Project in Third Period.

shaunathan89:

lol and the maid… that must b 1 of her top walkin in on stories! 

BRB, DYING.

That awkward & weird moment when you move around and you can hear all of the water in your stomach.