What do you MEAN I’m too competitive?! I’m not competitive! In fact, I’m the LEAST competitive. You wanna race? You wanna fuckin race to see who’s the least competitive?! Let’s fuckin race!
i want boys to like me so i can not like them back and feel powerful
man every time i rewatch captain america i’m like. so inspired by dr. erskine. what a dude. bleeding out in steve rogers’ arms and his final act before dying is to go in for a last second boob touch. like, the dude saw his window of opportunity closing and he snatched it. not gonna see pecs like those in a shirt that tight in the afterlife. gotta make every minute on earth count.
Cause of death:
"But I knew him."
straight boys think girls can’t take compliments, and that’s ridiculous cause i’ve seen so many girls compliment each other, i’ve seen conversations & friendships blossom from girls complimenting each other in line, on the street, at school waiting for the bus, pretty much anywhere.
the problem is straight boys think sexual harassment & assault are compliments.
before i knew which blogs were which,
some were fandom, some were art, some were music, and some were a bit of everything.
now everything is sebastian stan
this one time in art class we were painting and my teacher was like
"hannah take off your jacket id hate for you to get paint on your led zeppelin sweater"
and i was just like
petition for a doctor who episode where the doctor travels back in time to meet arthur conan doyle and accidentally happens to mention how popular sherlock holmes is even 130 years later and poor acd almost breaks down crying
"Doctor before you leave…just tell me one thing."
"My books, the Sherlock Holmes books…do they die out?"
"No, Arthur. People love them. They carry on for hundreds of years."
"Damnit. God damnit. Fuck."