I just spent the past hour on my laptop writing up all of the things I had inside me instead of doing the essay I have to do for drama. It’s made me feel a bit better.
Me: “Oh my God! It’s BATMAN!”
(The boy stops, strikes a pose and starts looking around menacingly. After a few seconds, he approaches the counter.)
Mother: “Jeff, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “I am not Jeff. I am The Batman.”
Mother: “The Batman, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “Yes. Yes, The Batman would.”
(The couple pays while the boy sits down with his chocolate milk. He keeps a stern look on his face as he sips the drink.)
Boy: *sips* “Gotham is safe.”
Sometimes I think all I really need to be completely happy is a boy who loves me and will be there for me and is perfect for me – one who will just hug me until I feel better. This is one of those times.
I can’t get motivated to do anything anymore. I can’t even get motivated enough to do work in class. All I want to do is read. I don’t want to do anything in life but read. I don’t do homework, I don’t do assignments, I don’t do anything but read. Something has to be wrong with me. I’ve got to finish year 12. I originally thought I’d get really good marks, but lack of motivation has just sent me downhill. I just can’t be bothered anymore.
I can’t tell my father or my family that I don’t want to go to uni, that I don’t want to do anything. He’ll be so disappointed. He gets disappointed if I don’t go well in an assignment.
I don’t even know what I want to do after school. I have no clue whatsoever. They shouldn’t make us choose this young. I’m only 17. Why should I have to choose a job that I’m going to spend the next 40 years doing now when I’ve got my whole life ahead of me?
This is what we get for letting my sister watch the hulk… This is her way of transforming into the hulk
i talk about wanting a boyfriend but i dont even know what id do with one like what do you just kiss him and then leave him alone in a corner how often does it eat
if i was a developer on tumblr i would fuck with people so much i would add a feature where everyone who has ever sent themselves an anon gets a badge on their blog saying “i sent myself anons” and there is no way to get rid of it
#at one point steve remembers he got married to a stripper #and screams #I MARRIED A HOOKER #and thor looks absolutely offended and yells #HOW DARE YOU SHE’S A NICE LADY
#spoilers: the stripper is loki
thaT GIF
(Source: vega-ofthe-lyre)
i like to alternate between chatspeak and actual words to show that i am educated but also carefree and fun 2 be around


