i want to go to this party

It’s a really weird feeling when you don’t enjoy normal college things or don’t enjoy or go through with the things you want. Partying is cool and all and so is drinking but whenever I go out and do all of that I just end up depressed. It’s a weird feeling to be in a club with a bunch of people popping off and just feeling numb. And then one night stands are something that I want but just don’t try for. They just don’t feel like me.

anonymous asked:

i want to attend one football game of my uni bc just to get that experience out of the way bc tbh i hate sports too (also for home games the first 5,000 students get in free and I'm a sucker for free things)

yeah i only go to the games when we play USC just so i can say i went to one but otherwise i stay home and get stuff done until everyone comes back and the parties get lit

only for donnie

(bit of a rant, u can ignore if u want)

i think that when planning activities, activities boards should really think about the pros/cons of activities and also like… what are students going to to get out of them vs. what damage they could possibly do

bc the student activities board at my school has planned a presidential debate watch party and a drag queen show.

different events

i’m very aware that both are potentially rlly upsetting to students b/c a) the g0p’s orange-haired fucktrumpet of a candidate* and b) the history of drag culture (particularly recently) and the effects it has on trans/gnc ppl.

but watching political debates (even if one candidate is a monster with virtually no redeemable political qualities) is a method of political engagement and political activism. it allows students to better educate themselves, especially when the night is billed as “come hang out with friends and watch the debate.”

drag? drag is fun, i guess, if you’re into it but jesus shit, the fact that drag artists (who are mostly cis) are celebrated while trans/gnc people are ridiculed and face violence for daring to not dress/act as their (assigned and/or real) gender** is scary. the fact that drag plays into a culture of transphobia and transmisogyny*** while not having a real educational benefit is enough to put me off.

which is not to say that all activities should have an educational component, but for something with such a complicated history and potential for real harm as drag, i’d wish they’d think twice.

but i’m guessing there are no trans/gnc people on the activities board and so no one really thought to bring this up.

*not that the dem nominee isn’t without her share of issues but they are not as immediately awful and with the repercussions as the g0p one’s.

** just to be clear, i don’t have as much of a problem with trans people who do drag, especially those who do it because they otherwise can’t be out as their real gender. it’s cis people who reap the benefits of trans people’s suffering that really bug me.

*** i’m saying this as a white afab person. i know the shitty effects of drag are not as bad on me as a trans person of color or a transfem person but drag still makes me very leery and i feel a duty to say why it does

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Jemaly’s dailies - 85/365 I today started with me and Jordan going to Umeda! We got up early, suffered through being tired, and arrived before 10am! I found an intl charger, and afterwards we wandered around looking for food and then tea and coffee. We ended up taking a wrong turn at first so we walked through a very shady part of town with a lot of sex cafes and gambling places. Can’t say it wasn’t interesting but we were like “breakfast first please”. We wanted to eat in a restaurant in some giant building but everything was more than 1000¥ and we weren’t up for that so we had soba in a very small place hidden away in a labyrinth of food places. Was so gooooood. Then we discovered a stationary store over a cinema and we hung around for an hour or so in front and then another inside before we really had to go back because we had the welcome party! It was more fun than expected, I won a pen that gives electrical shocks (useful?) and then everyone proceeded to use it to electrocute each other so it LUCKILY broke within 15 minutes. I had dinner and then we went for the nomihoudai, which was amazing, I had a wonderful time, I got very drunk but then I was like ‘ok enough’ so I just started giving people water hah. When we got back I helped a girl into her bed because she was so drunk she couldn’t move anymore and she was crying like poor baby :( but she got safe into bed and fell asleep within seconds~ then a bunch of us sat chattering in the kitchen until we felt human again and could go to bed 😌

I want to be something magical and sparkly and cute for Halloween this year bc I have to dress up for work and then go to a party after!! Help!! I’m lightweight on a budget and would prefer to make it myself!!! 💚

I just wanted to wish my friends a happy first week of fall!

My second week of school has drawn to a close, but while I am still nervous, I am feeling a lot better now that I’m organizing with my bullet journal. My local weather kind of jumped right into the season with the ‘soggy fall’ aesthetic on Friday 😅 But even if I do carry an umbrella now, it’s sweater weather! Here’s some things that I want to do this fall:

- Get lost in a corn maze

- Drink my first PSL

- Go on a hay cart ride!

- Dress up and go to a Halloween party

- Drink hot chocolate

Of course, I have serious, scary goals this fall, too. Things like:

- Getting my full driving license

- Passing Quizzes and midterms with no less than B marks

- Leaving a good first impression with new job contacts

- Supporting my club through its first meetings and fundraiser

- Setting aside time for family

This is possibly the most monumental year for me. It will be the most stressful, the busiest, and the most involved I’ve ever been as a student and as an adult. I’m determined get through it all with a smile.

Slytherin, out!

Originally posted by cuddlesandcashmere

@staff why did a video of me riding a mechanical bull and comically falling off at a going away party at a trampoline park from two years ago pop up to be removed for being sexual but LITERAL PORN BLOGS FULL OF FULL NUDE HARDCORE SEX ACTS CONTINUE TO BE ALLOWED TO FOLLOW ME TO THE POINT WHERE I AM BLOCKING THEM EVERYDAY????

I want some answers. I’m about to call

9.24.16 - Zelda

Couldn’t write today because a party was happening in my neighbor’s house and I couldn’t focus on anything since “Let it Go” was on loop and I wanted to shoot myself in the head.

I had to bring my dog Zelda inside the house.

Zelda is a precious dog is just turned a year old and is probably the most lovely dog ever, despite the fact that she destroyed a teddy bear I’ve owned for 21 years. Oh well, I honestly love Zelda too much to ever hate her. 

Tomorrow I really do hope I would finish my outline. I’m a good twenty chapters into my outline, and I already have a good idea how I’m going to write this story out.

For now I just watch spooky ghost shows, pet Zelda, and eat some yummy grilled tacos. 

anonymous asked:

Sorry to make assumptions but If you are anti trump then vote for Hillary because you're going to feel really stupid when trump wins and I don't mean this to be rude I just don't want you to have regret and I don't want our country to go to shit (more than it already is) This election is too serious for the party to be separated and let the other side win

I feel you fam. I do and even though I support 3rd party I’ll probably end up voting for Hillary (even though I don’t want to). I wish Bernie was still in the race :(

anonymous asked:

as someone who is almost 18, I haven't had a first kiss, or a real relationship, or had any alcohol or drugs, or anything typical teenagers would do. do you think going to college parties as someone who's never experienced parties is a good idea?

honestly, i dont see anything wrong with a college party being your first party. I myself dont see parties has a huge thing that everyone should experience or whatever, im not a huge party person, but quite a bit of people are, and that is perfectly okay. So if you want to go to a college party, i say go for it! the fact that youve never partied before doesnt mean you shouldnt go to one, i mean, thats like saying just because youre almost 18 and havent partied before you should never party, right? aha. but yeh, go party if you want to, have fun, enjoy life. 

Also, its perfectly okay to not have had a first kiss or a real relationship yet, theres nothing wrong with that, itll happen when it happens dont worry/stress over it.

Stay lovely c:

I was tagged by @medweds​ to answer some questions with songs by a single band/artist.

I’ll be using Ninja Sex Party

What’s your gender?: Manticore
Describe yourself:  Dragon Slayer
How do you feel?:  Everybody Shut Up
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?:  Attitude City
Favourite mode of transportation: The Ultimate Sandwich
Your best friend:  Unicorn Wizard
Favourite time of day:  Three Minutes of Ecstasy 
Your life’s a TV show. What’s it called?:  No Reason Boner
Relationship status: Why I Cry

I tag: Whoever wants to do this.

I was at a “house party” of sorts with my friends and I drank an entire bottle of wine and we went to get more and between the car ride and back I felt sick so I tried to make myself puke when we got back, but it didn’t work and I just felt better on my own, but tbh I just wanted to go home and go to bed. 

So I got a DD to drive me home and now i’m slightly tipsy in my own damn bed applying to jobs. 

Like damn son i’m almost 21 (November 14th) I just wanna to my skin care routine, hug my kitty, and go to bed. Plus I need to find a full time job man fuck im almost 21 with no plans of trying college again, it’s time to get real. I want my own apartment and girlfriend and baby and good job. 

Love Online - Part I

Thank you to @booklvr4​ for another great prompt:   

Jamie and Claire find each other on an online dating site and finally meet in person.

As I was writing this, I decided that this story will need multiple parts in order to tell it properly.  I hope you like it!


Claire was sitting at the local pub with her friend Jillian.  She didn’t really feel like socializing tonight, though.  She’d had a rough shift at the hospital and all she wanted to do was go home, sink into a hot bath, and read a trashy novel before going to bed.   She couldn’t disappoint Jillian, though.  It was her friend’s birthday, after all.

“Claire, you have to go to this party with me tonight!  It will be a blast!”

Claire looked at her dubiously.  “I appreciate the offer but…”

“Come on, Claire, it will do you good to meet some nice young men.  It’s over at the University and I’m sure there will be lots of cute boys that would love to shag you.”

“You know that isn’t my style.  And I don’t want a college boy.  I want a real man.”

“You could at least let one of the lads give you a nice roll in the hay.  What’s it been, a year?”

“Jillian…”

“Alright, I give up.  But seriously, Claire, you need a man in your life.  I know you say you like being alone, but I know you too well.  You are a passionate woman and I’m afraid you’re letting all that passion go to waste.”

Claire looked at her friend, unsure of how to respond. If she was being honest, she’d have to admit that she *did* want someone special in her life.  She hadn’t found the right man, though, and at this stage, she wasn’t going to settle for anything less than what she really wanted.  She certainly knew what she *didn’t* want.  No horny college guys or one-night-stands.  She didn’t want the doctors at the hospital, either.  They were nearly as bad as the college guys, not to mention boring as hell.  

She didn’t go out to bars or go to parties - it really wasn’t her scene.  The same types of people always congregated in those places, and after a while, they all look the same.

Jillian looked at her friend thoughtfully.  “You know, Claire, I think I might know a great option for you.”

“Jillie, not another blind date, please.  I can’t go through that again.”

“No, nothing like that.  I learned my lesson the last time.  No.  You should go to this online dating website I heard of from one of the girls who works at the shop.  She found her fiance’ there and they are really well suited for each other.”

“Are you serious, Jill?  How on earth would that be any better?”

“Just listen…you set up a profile giving some information about yourself, then you input what you’re looking for in a man.  Since you have such high standards,” she said, quirking her eyebrow, “you can use it to find a man tailor-made for you.”

“I don’t know…”

“Claire, for your sake and for all of our sakes, please give it a try.  Will you do that for me?  You can consider it my birthday present.”

“Oh, so I can take back the cashmere sweater, then?”

Jillian smiled.  “Not a chance.”


Later that night, as Claire sank into her big tub, she thought again of what her friend had said.  Was she wasting her life away?  She was good at her job and loved the work, but was it enough?  Did she really want to live her life alone?  

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, pondering what her life could be like.  In her mind’s eye, she saw a little girl, running through a field full of purple flowers.  She was giggling and looking back at someone running behind her.  The person, a man, caught up with the girl and scooped her up into his arms, twirling her around so that her little feet flew up in the air.  The man was tall and well built, but she couldn’t make out his features.  It was clear that this man was the little girl’s father, holding her with tenderness and laughing with her as they ran through the meadow.  After a moment, the pair turned around, their features still unclear.  They seemed to be looking straight at her and, at that moment, she knew that they somehow belonged to her.  

Shaking herself from the daydream, she finished her bath and padded to her room, wrapped in a towel.  As she pulled on her pajamas, she eyed the laptop on her nightstand.  It seemed to be calling to her.  She could almost hear Jillian’s voice say again, “please give it a try…for your sake.”  She lay in bed with her laptop, turned it on, and typed in the web address for the online dating site.

She took a deep breath and told herself, Well, Beauchamp, you may as well give it a shot.  What do you have to lose?


The next day, Claire awoke to find that she had received several messages from the online dating site.  She perused the profiles of the men that had been matched to her.  They all seemed like nice guys on paper, but she didn’t see how any of them would be right for her.  

She knew she was making excuses.  She always did that when she had to do something she really didn’t want to do.  Buck it up, Beauchamp! she told herself. You have to give it a chance.

She decided that she would start a chat with the man that seemed most suitable.  After 20 minutes of nothing but superficial pleasantries back and forth, she know he was not the one.  

Over the next two weeks, she repeated this procedure, talking to several guys online.  Some were nice, even amusing in their own way, but none seemed to have that spark that she was looking for.  She decided that she’d give it another week and then she would be done with it.  At least she could tell Jillian that she gave it a fair chance, then hopefully she would leave her alone.


Across town, Jamie was hanging out with his friend Ian, watching rugby on the new big screen TV he had bought for his small flat.  

“Crikey!  What is that, an 80-inch screen?” Ian said, “And hi-def to boot!  Jesus, I can see every detail.”

“Aye, it is.  I saved for like six months to get it.  Would’ve been sooner but ye ken I dinna make much at the print shop.”  Jamie looked around his rather sparsely furnished apartment.  It felt rather sterile, with the exception of the new TV.  Softly, he added, “It’s not like I have anything else to spend it on.”

His face was rather pensive, and Ian saw it.  “Ye have to get out there, man.  Ye need a woman.”

“Aye, I ken.  I just havna found anyone I find even remotely interesting.”

“At the very least, just get ye someone to have a little fun with, if ye get my meaning.”

“Ian…ye ken I willna take just any lass to bed.”

“So ye plan to be a virgin yer whole life?”

Jamie’s eyes blazed.  “How do ye know I havena…?”

“Jamie, I’ve known ye since we were bairns.  Believe me, I know.”

Jamie, slightly embarrassed, said, “Weel, I have my reasons, ye ken?  I dinna want to take a woman to bed that I don’t love.  I want to find the right lass - one I want to spend my life with.  Then, and only then, will I give myself to her.  If ye think that makes me unmanly, then so be it.  My Da always told me that it was the greatest thing in a man’s life to lie with the woman he loves.  That’s how I want it to be.”   

Ian, somewhat chastened, said, “Och, Jamie lad, I didna mean to insult ye.  In fact, I’m glad ye have such honorable intentions.  Ye ken that’s the way of it with me and Jenny,” he said, a grin forming on his face, “not that I’d tell ye otherwise about your own sister.”

Jamie playfully punched him in the arm.  Feeling better, he said, “Where am I to find such a woman, Ian?  I’ve been to all the usual places…bars, clubs…hell, I even went with ye to a party at the University, and found nothing but desperate, clingy, empty headed lassies who were all too eager to go to bed with me.  I don’t want a woman like that, Ian.  I want a woman with intelligence as well as beauty.  I want someone who will challenge me…an equal in every way.”

“Weel, it sounds like a tall order, my friend.  Perhaps ye should try…”

“Try what?” Jamie asked, wary.

“Actually yer sister’s friend Mary McNabb met her fella on some kind of dating website.”

“Ian, a dating website?  Really?”  Jamie’s eyebrows raised in derision.

“Have ye tried it?” Ian asked.  Seeing Jamie’s blank expression, he said, “I didn’t think so.  What do you have to lose, Jamie?  I mean, you’ve tried everything else.”

“It just seems so silly.  What if they’re all crazies on there?”

Ian looked at his friend seriously.  “What if the *right* one is there, Jamie, waiting for you?  Are ye willing to miss the opportunity to find love just because ye think it’s silly?  Wouldn’t it be worth trying if there is the possibility that you could get everything ye want?”

Jamie had to admit that what Ian was saying made sense.  Was it worth the risk?  He thought about the type of woman he really wanted.  How would he meet her in the circles he was part of?  He didn’t like any of the women that frequented the pubs during rugby night.  He didn’t want Uni girls who were so insecure about themselves that they’d throw away their virtue just to be liked.  He certainly didn’t meet many women at the printshop either.  Really, what would be the harm in trying?  What’s the worst that could happen?

Jamie patted Ian on the shoulder.  “Ian, I think ye are right.  It’s worth a shot at the very least.  I thank ye for looking out for me, Ian.  Ye are a true friend.”

“Aye, someone’s got to do it.”

“And another thing,” Jamie added, “I hope ye are serious about Jenny.  Don’t mess her about, Ian, or we’ll go round and round, ken?”

“Jamie, I won’t mess her about…I love her.”

Jamie’s eyes were wide.  “I didna ken that ye were that serious about each other.”

“Aye, we are.  And, not that it’s any of your business, but we havna lain together either.  We havna lain with anyone.”

Jamie’s face relaxed, obviously relieved at this confirmation of Ian’s honorable intentions.  “I thank ye, Ian, for telling me.”

After the game, Ian took his leave and Jamie decided he may as well take the first step.  He sat down at his desk and went online to find the website that Ian had mentioned.  Finding it, he set to work creating his profile, all the while hoping that this would be the path to his destiny.


A week later, Claire had just arrived home after another long shift at the hospital.  She dropped her bag on her coffee table and headed straight for her room to change.  Taking off her scrubs, she looked over at her laptop, which seemed to beckon menacingly.  She groaned, knowing that it would be just like every other night.  All of the fruitless conversations were getting old.  She vowed that after tonight, she wouldn’t be doing this anymore.  One last look and that would be it.  She let herself have one small hope that somehow tonight would be the night that everything could change.

She settled herself on the bed, laptop poised on her crossed legs.  She had several messages.  She flipped through them, one by one, and discarded all of them - that is, until she saw the last one.  The man was tall and muscular, but the thing she noticed most of all was his eyes - eyes of the deepest blue she had ever seen.  What struck her even more was the warmth she could see in them. It wasn’t just another empty image with a superficial expression like all the rest.  This man was beautiful.  It was as if she could sense his soul through that photograph.  How was that even possible?

She sat mesmerized for several moments, staring into those eyes, admiring the strong jaw and fiery red curls.  This man was intoxicating.  She didn’t know how, but she sensed very strongly that he was a man of great feeling, honor, and intelligence…and perhaps, passion?”  

Her breath sped up at the sight of him, then when she clicked to his profile page and started reading about him, she was even more intrigued.  Something inside her sparked and she knew at that moment that they were destined to meet.  She sent him a chat request and waited nervously for a response.  What would she say to him?  


Jamie was on his computer, sending out some emails before bed, when he heard a ding on his computer.  He looked at the popup window and saw that it was a message from that dating site.  It hadn’t been too successful for him thus far.  He clicked on the window and gasped.  The face he saw on the screen was beautiful.  Not only beautiful, but there was a certain quality there…something he couldn’t quite place.  He was intrigued.  He saw kindness, strength and intelligence.  He knew at that moment that he needed to talk to this woman.  


Claire:  Hi, my name is Claire.  I saw your profile online.  To be honest, yours is the first profile that has intrigued me so far.

Jamie:  Nice to meet you, Claire.  How many profiles have you seen?

Claire:  Too many to count.  I just felt that I had to talk to you for some reason.  

Jamie:  It’s funny you say that, because it was the same for me.  There’s just something about you…

Claire:  For me, it was your eyes.  

Jamie:  I take it you like blue eyes, then?

Claire:  I do, but it was more than that.  There’s something…almost familiar…

Jamie: I don’t think we’ve ever met, have we?

Claire:  No, I don’t think so.  It’s more like a certain quality…God, I must sound crazy.

Jamie:  Not at all, Claire.  I felt it too.  You seem like a caring, intelligent person, and perhaps a little mischievous?

Claire:  You got all of that from my eyes?

Jamie:  I can’t explain it.

Claire:  Neither can I.  

Jamie:  What did you see in my eyes, then?

Claire:  Warmth, intelligence, honor.

Jamie:  Really?

Claire:  Yes

Jamie:  Is it just me, or is there some kind of connection here?

Claire:  I can feel it too.  It’s unreal.  How can we have a connection when we have only said a few words to each other?  And still…

Jamie:  It’s there…

The two talked late into the night, telling each other about their lives, families, and dreams for the future.  How was it possible that they could be so connected after only a few hours?

Claire:  Well, it’s like 2 a.m. and I have an early shift at the hospital.  I should probably go to bed.

Jamie:  Aye.  Claire…

Claire:  Yes?

Jamie:  Can we talk again tomorrow?

Claire:  Sure!  I’d love that.

Jamie:  Glad to hear it.  Goodnight, Claire.  I’m so happy that we met.

Claire:  Me too, Jamie.  Very happy :)

Jamie sat staring at his computer screen.  Her last message had said she was happy.  He wondered if she was happy in the same way he was.  He was beyond that…he was ecstatic.  He knew he could talk to her forever, and wanted the chance to do just that.  Was it crazy to think that she might be the one?  He hadn’t even seen her in real life!  And yet, they had a connection.  That was certain.  She had felt it too.  God, he wanted to know everything about her.  He knew they’d only just met, but he already craved her company.  How was this possible?

Jamie decided to go to bed.  He tried to sleep, but his thoughts dwelled on her.  He grabbed a pillow and held it tightly against his chest, wishing it was her in his arms.  He knew, already, that she had to be the one.


Claire closed her laptop and lay back on the pillows.  She looked up at the ceiling, mind racing from their conversation.  She had never had such a reaction to someone in such a short time, particularly when she hadn’t even seen him in person.  What did it mean?  Was this normal?  She hadn’t felt anything even remotely like it with the dozens of other men she had talked with online.  For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to have hope - hope that this man might be the one she had been waiting for all her life.  She smiled at the thought, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

That night, she dreamed again of the little girl, but this time the girl had red hair and the man who held her was Jamie.

I really want this not to all be in vain. That I’m not gonna end up the fool people think I am. I’m so sick of being a joke. The punchline for people to laugh about at parties I don’t go to, and that’s not even paranoia and egotistical when you know it’s true. Everything in my life is outside of my control, the way it has always been, but this time it hurts a lot worse, foot to throat pinning me down. 

the worst is when you tell me you don’t feel good enough to see me and then you go out to party with your friends that were once my friends (that you called fake ass bitchs but now you’re all bffls) and you treat me like shit when i should be the one treating you like shit because you broke my heart and still continue to break it. you go from telling me to not give up and that we will be okay soon to you just want to be single and you’re moving on. how can your mind change like that? you tell me you miss me and that you care. you don’t care. if you cared you’d text me and see if i was okay. you don’t do shit. you have only reached out to me once and that was when you needed something. that’s all i am to you anymore. i’m you’re last option that you don’t give a shit about. i miss you so much. you know i’d do anything for you and you just take it all for granted. you took away most of my sadness just for you to bring it back ten times worse. one person can only take so much. and those thoughts are starting to get the best of me. you don’t care, you don’t miss me, so what’s the point of being here. there’s no point anymore. wish you the best. maybe i’ll live through this maybe i won’t.

Parents: “you need to go out and make some friends and go to clubs and party with some friends and did we say make some friends?”

Parents: “you need to save your money”

Parents: “you need to get yourself some new clothes”

Parents: “you know you’re going to have to get a second job right?”

parents: “you need to loose weight”

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW OK I FUCKING GET IT BUT YOU NEED TO STOP ACTING LIKE I DON’T WANT TO MOVE OUT AND LIVE MY LIFE AND HAVE FRIENDS TO HANG OUT WITH BUT I DO OK? I JUST HATE EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKING STATE AND FRIENDS AREN’T EXACTLY MY TOP PRIORITY RN. I DON’T LIKE PEOPLE. I DON’T LIKE LOUD PLACES WITH DRUNK AND FUCKED UP PEOPLE. I AM NOT ABOUT TO GO TO A CLUB AND TRY TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH THOSE PEOPLE. I AM NOT THAT KIND OF PERSON. I AM AN INTROVERT. I LIKE NOT TALKING. I LIKE EATING PIZZA. I LIKE MOVIES. I LIKE PEOPLE WHO ALSO LIKE THOSE THINGS. I DO WANT NEW CLOThes? WHAT WOULR BE THE POINT IN THAT??? AND FUCK OFF ABOUT MY WEIGHT! EOFUCKINGWHAT? I'MFATANDITUSNOTYOURFUCKINGBODYIT'SMINE. I DON’T FEEL COMFORTABLE GOING TO A GYM OR WASTING MY MONEY ON A MEMBERSHIP. IF I LIVED SOMEWHERE THAT WAS ACTUALLY BEAUTIFUL MAYBE I WOULD BE AT THE STATE PARK RUNNING UP STAIRS AND WALKING TRAILS AND SHIT BUT NO. WE HAVE TO LIVE IN INDIANA. WE HAVE TO LIVE IN A TOWN THAT IS SO FUCKED UP ON DRUGS PEOPLE OVERDOSE IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE VP WHERE I WORK AND YOU WANT ME TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE PEOPLE HERE? THE PEOPLE HERE SUCK. THEY’RE MOSTLY JOBLESS AND HAVE ROTTING TEETH. THEY DRINK A TON OF POP. (SERIOUSLY PPL? THE POP. WTF? AND YOU DON’T EVEN REUSE THE FUCKING CUP!!!! LIKE YOU ARE WASTING 10 BUCKS A DAY ON POP) AND THERE ARE AT LEAST FIVE ALCOHOLICS. AND THE OLD PEOPLE. FUCKING OLD PEOPLE. WITH THEIR ATTITUDES AND EXPECTATIONS. LISTEN UP BUTTERCUPS I CANNOT FUCKING READ YOUR FUCKING MINDS SO YEAH MAYBE YOU SHOULD FUCKING TELL ME IF YOU HAVE THIRTY DOLLARS IN GAS OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD FUCKING SAY “YEAH THAT’S ALL” INETEAD OF “WELL YEAH” WITH A “ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?” TONE. YOU ARE ALL ASSHOLES AND DON’T FUCKING THROW YOUR DAMN MONEY AT ME ANDSTOPGIVINGMETWENTIESFORONEDOLLARWORTHOFSHITOHMYFUCKINGGODTHATWILLMAKEMESMACKTHESHITOUTOFSOMEONEONEDAYFORFUCKSAKE!!!! Why in the world would I want to be friends with anyone here? And all the young people already have teeth missing. Like fuck no thanks. I’ll wait to make friends when I live somewhere where there are actually people to make friends with. Thanks.
And I will lose weight. But how the fuck do you expect me to do that when we eat like shit? And I only get to eat one meal a day? Like fuck offfffffff.

I finally had a day off today. So I went to a party last night, I made a huge fool of myself but I don’t think anyone remembers. I was able to do what I wanted to today, and the first half of it was good. But I just feel so lonely and stressed and trapped right now. Even when I don’t have things going on I can’t be okay

dutifulprettyboy  asked:

'i want the k' (Fake Dating verse?)

Meme || I Want the K || Accepting 

@dutifulprettyboy

15: Kiss in the Rain

Somehow, in the weeks that followed the fateful weekend, Magnus and Alec never did break up.  Sure, there was no more pretending for the sake of Alec’s parents but there were still casual touches, more talking, and a sense of comfort when the other was around.  Leaving campus one night, the two walked close together under Magnus’ umbrella, trying to stay as dry as possible in the pouring rain that fell all around them.  Magnus was heading toward Ragnor’s house for a party while Alec was going to visit his sister and Simon for a dinner he hoped was cooked by Simon.  When they reached the point where they needed to go different directions, Magnus thought nothing of stepping in and kissing him softly, his free hand going to the back of Alec’s neck as the rain continued to fall.