Stop commenting on her post saying “not all men are trash” because it’s making you look like one of those men. If you know that post doesn’t apply to you just keep fuckin scrolling. You should know who you are and what you are, and if you aren’t trash then there’s no reason for you to say anything on her post. Getcho ass on.
I literally cannot wait till Frank and Karen kiss because it’s going to be the most passionate kiss ever. I mean they have been staring at each other’s lips for so long now when they actually do kiss sparks are gonna fly everywhere
At a point in my life where I really don’t care about anything anymore. Not school, socializing, myself, just at a new stage of indifference just so I can cope with all the bad shit going on around me.
I started out thinking I was going to do one of those posts about my favorite posts from this year, but that’s not what happened. This post is the the result of me reading through every single post and hashtag I’ve put on this blog in 2017 and copying out the bits I liked the best. It’s kinda long, so most of it’s under a cut. You’re welcome.
#more like murderize them with paper cuts
After a few moments I gave a shrug and a little gesture to indicate “just, all of it.”
Excel is busy doing its wizard math so I’m taking selfies.
#we laugh because crying at work is unseemly
#and I’m like ‘yeah no fuck that we’re all in this shit show together’ #and 'E pluribus unum motherfuckers’ #and so on
Birthday Result: Ended up being a not so good birthday actually. Ended up having a depressive and anxiety induced episode, had lots of bad thoughts, isolated myself, and had a blistering headache. All in all, this wasn’t the best birthday, but it’s also not the worse I’ve had so that’s good I guess!
SOOOOOOOOOOOO YALL THOUGHT I WAS PLAYING ABOUT THIS FIC!? I am wrecked to the highest level right now! Like I saw this gif yesterday (thanks to admin Niss) and have not stopped talking about it!!! just GOD DAMN IT ALL JUNGKOOK!! LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~ Lia
“I can’t believe I have to take Sex Ed 101 to graduate, like this is ridiculous.” You mumble to yourself as you quickly jog across the freshman quad, bobbing and weaving your way through the crowd.
It was your senior year and you had 3 classes left to take . The two major core classes filled before you even got a chance to sign up , so you would have to wait till the next semester to finish. But your counselor had so loving forgot to tell you that you were missing a basic general education class. And of course everything was filled except dreaded Sex Ed .
You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily as you pushed the large door open to hell. You had made it just so on time to score a seat in the back. You cringed while taking in the room full of freshman , all so eager to be adults they were dressed to the 9s, all with fully coordinated outfits and faces full of anticipation. You, however had just rolled out of bed and still were sporting the leggings you wore to bed and a hoodie with a dried up toothpaste stain dead center for the world to see.
As you settled in your seat and raised your hand to support your face while you blankly stared at your professor droning on and on (AND ON) about the importance of his class , the importance of his syllabus, and the importance of protection, the large door suddenly swung open . If this class was hell the devil himself had just come home. He made his way to the back of class whispering “sorry ” and “excuse me” all the way until he finally settled in the seat next to yours.
Oddly enough this so called “devil” was as cute as a bunny. He’s fresh innocent face radiated youth , and his bowl cut hair style almost gave him a child like appearance. You were blatantly staring , I mean he looked like he was 12, but if he was a freshman he had to be at least 17 . Either way he was still a baby, you concluded. He finally looked over at you and locked eyes with you. After a few seconds he pulls his eyes away from you and looks down at his notebook and quickly scribbles something and pushes his notebook to the edge of his desk so you can see what is written.
“Is this where we get the free condoms ? ;) ”
You had to physically force yourself not to yell BOY and threaten to call his mother . Thank god he was in this class he was going to need ALL of the help he could get, or at least all of the “free help” he could get. You rolled your eyes and mouthed “Pig”. He only grinned and sat back in his seat. He pulled at the neck of his fitted white tee and then pulled at his grey sweat pants causing certain attributes of his body to become very apparent. He runs his hand through his hair pushing it back , almost seductively, and giving you a sly grin and casually biting down on his lower lip. You try your best to seem unphased. You roll your eyes and redirect your attention to the professors droning . This is why you called him the devil, how could someone physically go from cute little bunny smile boy to sexy and grown as hell in a matter of seconds . How !?
The weeks dragged on in the same fashion. Jungkook ( you learned his name from roll call) was always 5 minutes late . And because of this, he always sat in the back , next to you. You both never had a full conversation, communication usually consisted of Jungkook writing some crude note and you replying by calling him either a pig or a baby , or sometimes a baby pig and him laughing and shooting you seductive looks , all of which you pretended you never saw.
By week 7 it was project season and your professor assigned partners. The assignment: Get to know your classmates and keep a sack of flour with you and pretend it is a child ! As the professor read from his list , calling off pairs like they were guest at some fancy ball it became extremely clear who your partner would be . You fold your arms on your desk and bury your head in them. Naturally only you would get stuck with the devil in hell.
After class Jungkook looks over at you , holding “your child” on his desk with both hands .
“Sooooo” he starts , “are we staying at your place or mine ?” He says chuckling at his own lame pick up line.
“Just give me the flour baby and l keep it all weekend, I promise it’ll be returned on Monday and we’ll get an A.” You huff .
“Now wait just a second Y/N , the professor said this isn’t just an assignment, were supposed to get to know each other too.” He says as he gets up and gathers his things .
“You already know my name and that I think you’re a baby pig , what else is there to know . "
He chuckles to himself again ,almost psychotically, "Alright then Y/N , we’ll go to your place . I’ll be there at 8 and just so I know you’ll let me in, I’ll take the flour baby.” He says picking up the sack. “You can’t deny the father of your child ” he says winking and rushing to leave the room.
What the literal heck ??? You wonder as you walk to your dorm. How does he even know where I stay, and why is he so persistent with the flirting? Almost and hour after he said he’d show, Jungkook comes and knocks on your door ,shouting “It’s your baby daddy!! Let me in!”
You swing open the door and quickly yank him in. “God you’re annoying!” You sigh.
He gives you one of his cute bunny smiles before placing the flour child on your desk. He starts wondering around your room while you take a seat in your office chair , causally spinning from side to side.
“Wow! So this is what one of the senior singles looks like! I can’t wait to get one, right now I share a room with two other guys and believe me.. it’s hell.”
“Oh it must be with you there.” You say laughing at your own insider.
He gives you a weird look before turning to look at some photos on your wall. While he’s attention was directed away from you , you finally get a chance to take in a side you rarely see in class . Unlike his deceiving front side his back , was all man. His perfect undercut only complimented his thick neck that flowed into his thick, broad shoulders. Almost as if on que he removed his jacket, his thick back muscles fighting against the frail fabric of his tank. He turned to throw his jacket on your bed. Locking eyes with you he makes his way across the room and pushes your chair again the desk, leaning in and heavily he whispers . “Now Y/N , how about I show you what I’ve been learning in class ” and slowly he tilts his head and presses his lips against yours .
I just wanna make this announcement real quick. Do not ever send me fuck shit like this about a post with someone asking for donations. This is not some blog where I’m finna talk pure cash trash about someone in distress. Who says they haven’t already applied for government assistance? Are you dumb? That shit doesn’t happen over night. And you never know someone else’s story like that. You can keep your “wondering” shove it clean up your ass and keep scrolling you weirdo. Anyway, yeah never send me this type of gabage thanks.
I’ve been in such a fucking hole these past few weeks and it’s honestly fucking me up. I stopped going to the gym, I’ve been binge eating, I’m becoming more distant and anxious towards my family, and I’m already slacking in school which is making me even more upset.