I’m officially done fawning over you. I’ll just go back to crushing on celebrities. At least with them I know the reason they don’t call/text me on my birthday is because they don’t know I exist.
I’m obligated as a resident of Earth
well, can’t have people think I hate Harry Potter now can I?
I’m sorry, but my existence obligates me to reblog this. :/
Who wouldn’t reblog this?
I just had to reblog after I had. Sorry. DEAL WITH IT.
IT HAD TO BE DONE
I’m so behind -__-
i can’t even with big time rush right now.
wtf with all their apps.
She never left the ground. I just want to know what kept you’re feet so firmly on the ground. Instead of moving forward with me. And I want to know the moment it all changed; So I can make it all right, so I can take us back.
We kissed, I thought we’d be something beautiful by now, I thought we’d be soaring. You’re moving backwards, though. I loved you first; but I know this is over before it even began. Some love story these make, made up of I love you and you don’t love me.
Like, I really do.And I love Jane Austen. Like, I really do. And I love Mr. Darcy. Like, I really do. But I don’t understand why everyone is like, “Ohhhhh Emmmmmm Geeeeeee!!! He is so PERFECT!”I’m like, not he isn’t. What happens is Mr. Darcy Fucks up and he is told that he fucked up, so he makes amends by doing favors for said person he offended.
To me that only upholds the whole, Oh, you screwed up” Ok. Buy that bitch some flowers and it’ll all be okay”. Oh Hell No it won’t. I understand People make mistakes. That is all fine and dandy, but do not expect me to be accepting of the fact that you basically called me ugly, but then you see I have a great personality and now you want to bone me. NO. FUCK YOU!
The realization of all this has also shown me how much I have changed over the past 2 years.
You may continue with your regularly scheduled programming.
- P.S. The same gos for Mr. Bingley
I have to say, I didn’t think of it like that. As progressive as I think I am i thought, “what are they thinking? Are they losing control?!” I suppose this is because while I was growing up my mother dressed me. She did my hair and she picked my clothes. She essentially decided the image I gave to people. And when I got to an age where she decided to no longer pick my clothes— the 3rd grade or so, she’d tell me whether or not my clothes were acceptable. And outside of her telling me what to wear, i always wore school uniforms. So I suppose I’ve always “(until the past few years) had this sense of, “what is appropriate to be seen in public”instead of “what is appropriate for me”. I understand now why they’re letting her make the decisions on her appearance, the place it is coming from, and I salute them for doing so.