Confessions of a Dramatically Frustrated Teenager

The world's most fandomically confused fangirl.

gelatins:

hello, is this mcdonalds? ah yes, i would like to make reservations for 2

(via toohephap)

What if we can’t expose our ideas because we don’t have the language to?

flannelbuttphenomenon:

life hack: get a tattoo. if the people at the job interview notice it and look concerned, laugh a little and explain “it’s just temporary.”  months later if your boss asks why you lied and said it was a temporary tattoo, stare off into the distance and whisper with a tremulous voice the poor excuse for truth your subconscious has been fighting for its entire insignificant existence: “everything is temporary.”

(via to-allons-y-221b)

unnecessarymagic:

IM SO PISSED OFF THAT WE DONT HAVE BALLS ANY MORE
I WANT TO WEAR A HUGE DRESS AND BE COURTED AND DANCE AROUND AND HAVE MY GOWN SWEEP THE FLOOR AND BE ALL ELEGANT AND GRACEFUL WITH GLOVES AND SHIT

BUT NO WE HAVE DUMB HOUSE PARTIES WITH CHEAP BEER AND RED CUPS AND HORNY TEENAGE BOYS WHO PUT THEIR HANDS UP MY SHIRT

i was confused at the word balls in the beginning until i finished it

(Source: harroldstyle, via to-allons-y-221b)