February 2012
328 posts
mom: Dinner is ready, come downstairs honey.
*fucking not even a half second later*
mom: CAN YOU FUCKING COME DOWNSTAIRS, OH MY GOODNESS. NOBODY NEVER LISTENS TO ME IN THIS HOUSE. I COOK. I WASH YOUR CLOTHES. I FEED YOU. I BUY YOU STUFF & YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME. GOD DAMNIT CHILD COME DOWNSTAIRS YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!
teacher: *turns off lights for powerpoint*
me: *falls asleep*
the—morticiansdaughter:
maccaronii:
I make up scenarios in my head where I meet my favortite band dudes and they automatically love me and want to be my best friend.
I thought I was the only oneā¦