When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.
biology is silly i already know what i’m made of. candy and disappointment
my dad is a senior software engineer at Google
this is his work laptop
he takes it to company meetings
I’ve been told he has received many compliments
did you read the post
that girl you just called fat? who cares about her backstory, you just shouldn’t be a dick to people
like do we really need a tragic story to get people to stop being mean to each other wtf
s l o w d o w n.
take a deep breath - in through the nose, out through the mouth.
don’t think about anything but breathing. everything else can and will wait.
keep doing this until you’ve oxygenated your brain and can again focus.
now you may resume scrolling.
*me in my grave laughing cause nobody knows the r.i.p. on my tombstone stands for rugrats in paris*
sometimes i get mad at australian stereotypes but then i remember that my backyard looks like this
IM FREAKING OUT THIS IS MY BACKYARD HOW DID YOU GET THIS PICTURE??????
never mind i just found my brother’s blog by accident