yo i ain’t saying she’s a gold-digger but she does carry a weird pan everywhere and keep mumbling stuff about “gold in them there hills” idk so yeah she is probably a gold digger
what friendship with me is like
…are you the cat or the parrot?
— Me. In the “I am a deer” paper.
Anonymous asked: That sounds... kinda creepy and controlling, making anyone else not hit on someone you like just because you like them...
Wow. Okay. I’m going to be gracious with you. The post you’re referring to is this one:
please don’t hit on the person i like
It’s not an order, it’s a simple request. Also I was reblogging it in terms of people who constantly hit on my fiancé. How would you like it if people were always ignoring the fact that your fiancé is in a relationship with you and just up and decide that they’re going to try and “woo” them? You’d make a simple request, wouldn’t you?
Also are you sending this to everyone who’s reblogged that post? Because if so that’s almost 93,000 people who have been dealing with your dumb ass.
I sleep with my closet doors exactly how they are when I go into my room at the end of the day. My closet is extremely full. No. My closet is overflowing. Sometimes, it’s damn near impossible to get my closet doors closed. (And, actually, it’s impossible for me to have both closet doors open in the first place—they slide together.)
My closet holds more than it was intended too—a statement verifiable by the slight “u” shape of the bar on which my hangers hang. Aside from clothing, and bits of things from my childhood that I was too attached to to get rid of but not quite attached to enough to want to look at, well, ever, my closet also holds: some of my makeup, file folders, a host of binders with mysterious contents, my arts and crafts supplies, more luggage than a person who rarely leaves the city should own, three tubs of personal hygiene products, a towel and one or more wash cloths.
So, there is a lot of anxiety to be found in that over packed closet. But, seeing as it is over packed, I’m pretty sure it’s not housing any monsters.
Me. In an actual paper.
What the fuck is this assignment? It’s like some Faulkner shit.
Okay, so, you know how I love talking about myself, right? Well. I’m going to answer all of those questions I just reblogged. But I’m going to answer them slowly. Just one or two a day until they’re all done. And they’re going to be slightly longer text posts.
So, rather than just saying, “I like Ruffle potato chips” I might write a bit about how I used to throw themed parties and we always had Ruffle potato chips on the menu. And that in one of the best Disney Channel Original Movies, Luck of the Irish, the grandfather claims to have accidentally created potato chips by slicing his potatoes too thin.
Anyway, I’ll be tagging all of my answers “99qs” so, if you don’t want to see them, feel free to block that tag.
But, seriously, it’ll just be one or two a day. I’m probably going to queue ‘em up.