I'm an icelandic mum with a music addiction so bad that it's just ridiculous. A teenager in the 80s with probably half of my music library dedicated to that era (I have over 10.000 songs in my library). A general nerd all in all. I like humans who are humane. I refuse to fit in. I do what I like, I wear what I like, I listen to what I like. Proud not to ever be called "normal". I dance like a loon because I don't know how to dance any other way.
Have you ever noticed how wanting
burns you up
from the inside out?
Like one moment I am whole,
but then I hear
your voice on the phone
and I swear to god
three blocks away from here
they can smell smoke.
— "little matchstick girl" Trista Mateer (via ranjhana)
If you’re in public and you can’t figure out a stranger’s gender, follow these steps:
- Don’t worry about it.
Reblog this if you’ve ever cried, had a panic attack or an anxiety attack because of school stress
I’m trying to prove a point to my mum and teachers
Dude I literally had suicidal thoughts because of school stress. And that was in the seventh grade.
I think I cry once a week during the school year, just because of the stress caused by homework and other school-related stuff
BOYS BE LIKE
Boy: I’m a gentleman
*makes racial slur*
*calls a girl slutty for her shorts*
*makes homophobic comment*
*makes rape joke*
*calls feminists fat, unwanted, hairy lesbians*
*blames homeless people for their poverty*
*says women belong in the kitchen along with repeated sandwich jokes*
*is a Republican*
Boy: Stay classy
“I keep rearranging the letters of my sisters The Beatles sign on her bedroom door.
She is not happy.”
I’ve given up trying to make them normal.
ok and now there’s another one
i didnt know the beatles could become so many words