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my dog was supposed to be a police dog but he failed the training for it because he was too much of a wimp. the trainers said that when he was supposed to be attacking dummies he’d run up to them and roll over and wag his tail and they also said he was the worst failure they’d ever seen
i love how the two most cited love stories of all time are romeo & juliet and titanic and they both involve teenagers who knew each other for less than a week
and Leonardo DiCaprio played the male lead in both them.
Without winning an oscar for either
somehow we always end up here
I’m the quiet one in the family, both of my sister’s and my parents are loud/outgoing/talkative and I felt uncomfortable just knowing there was gonna be 15 people at the dinner last night. I can’t seem to have much conversation with any of my relatives.
I’m really not good with large groups of people, but I find myself caught in them a lot and just talk to one or two people. I can’t even participate in group conversations half the time, and it’s frustrating. I hate attention, and in big groups what you say tends to matter a lot and eyes are on you and it makes me nervous.
And then there’s school. I seem to just talk to some people for a couple minutes then just go over to one of the few people I can talk to for awhile. I still don’t find myself comfortable at school around my friends. But I find myself skipping class at least once a week because I’m not around them as much because I don’t have breaks between my classes and I want to hang out.
I’m also a lazy texter, unless you’re one of like 3 people, or you’re trying to hang out, I’ll just not reply or won’t reply for a few hours. And if I get a text while I’m sleeping/my phone is dead for a while, chances are I won’t even reply at all.
Sometimes I wonder if I hadn’t been homeschooled if I would still be this way. Maybe that’s why I hate people so much. I grew up not being around them.
do me a favour. if a person wearing a long sleeved shirt or a sweatshirt and jeans on a hot day, don’t comment on it. don’t ask why they’re wearing it. don’t say anything at about it.
trust me, they know it’s hot, they know. but their reason for wearing what they’re wearing probably far outweighs the temperature outside.
this is so god damn important
Fuckkkkkkkk yesssss!!!! 😭
I hate it when you stop being friends with someone or you break up with someone cause you’ve got all this information about them like at the back of your mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. Oh. and it never really stops
this is so painful