The Corner of STUFFNESS.

looking back at myself a year ago: how embarassing
looking back at myself a month ago: how embarassing
looking back at myself a week ago: how embarassing
looking back at myself yesterday: how embarassing
looking at myself right now: how embarassing

sylphoftime:

my methods of coping with stress include ignoring the actual problem and internalizing it and then hating myself for it

kaladhiel:

“I should really work on my school stuff…” I said as I refreshed my dashboard.

me: okay its time to be productive today
me: let me just go on tumblr first
me: well its getting late i should probably get to bed

girafasolas:

I even procrastinate on the things that I want to do

commanderinqueef:

help I’ve fallen and am perfectly capable of getting up but refuse to

me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
me: thinking inappropriate thoughts
me: omg what if I actually said something out loud
me: omg what if there is a telepath around here

thelordofthebutts:

i’ve got 99 problems and they’re all emotions caused by fictional characters

phone: *rings*

me: no

motherhonker:

DO YOU EVER JUST SIT DOWN AND REALIZE HOW CREEPY YOU ARE

infinityonsigh:

am i the only person who randomly remembers text posts like in the middle of the day and just starts laughing

uzucu:

i genuinely am paranoid that everyone secretly hates me and thinks i am really really annoying and awful and is pretending to be my friend and it’s all part of some big joke

me: why did you just reblog that from them
me: i literally just reblogged that
me: you're following both of us so why'd you reblog it from them and not me
me: is it because you don't like me
me: is it because i'm fat

i get walked into in the hall: sorry
i get knocked and drop my books: sorry
i get pushed against the wall: sorry
i get pushed down a couple of stairs: sorry
i get pushed out the window: sorry
i get run over by a car: sorry
i get murdered: sorry

Teacher: C'mon guys! You did this in 3rd grade!

Student: I don't even remember what I had for dinner last night you fucking whore