i know everyones freaking out about yahoo buying tumblr but maybe just maybe its the beggining of something
Just a girl who was unfortunately not born british.
after donna died
after her funeral
when everybody was getting ready to leave
a mysterious tall man with a funky bow-tie walked up to her grave and placed a bouquet of forget-me-nots and that was the most anybody ever saw of him
this is not okay
Every second of my life.
There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.