Hellooooooo! My name is Sami and I like warm hugs!! Enjoy the fandoms of: Supernatural, Hunger Games, some Doctor Who, maybe some Narnia (cause I am the queen of NARNIA), and so many more I can't even remember them all. EnJoY your TUMBLRING! Xx
“God damn it!” i yell as i stub my toe on a table. suddenly from the sky, i hear god reply “okay”. the floor splits open, revealing a pit to hell. god pushes the table down into the pit, and then it seals up. he actually did it. god damned it.
why is it that were always told not to get tattoos at a young age because we “will regret it later on” when we are basically told to choose a career path by age 18? i’d rather be 40 years old with a tattoo that meant something to me when i was young than be 40 years old not wanting to get out of bed to go to a job that i hate because i was forced to decide on a career in my teens
Remember when you were a little kid and you would ask to help and your parents would say no and then later when they asked you to help you said no and then they got really mad at you?
Well when you grow up the only thing different is that you don’t ask and you have a phone. When they ask you do it because you have to. Then when they don’t ask and you are on your phone they get mad because your not helping. But in reality they don’t ask for help so you assume they don’t need it. And if you do ask them if they need help they get mad at you because you were being ‘lazy’ and not helping. They should have just asked. We would do it. We just are occupying the time during the times where they get mad at us through the times they sleep all day with our phones or the computer. The parents shouldn’t get mad at us, we are just filling in the boring times. They tell us to go make memories so when we go out and go to clubs and bars they get mad at us for being so irresponsible when they were the ones who put those ideas in our head. When they got mad at you for having a phone but they were the ones who got it for you. They tell us to be ourselves so when we join the ‘wrong’ group they get mad at us because it’s not what they wanted. When we don’t like the same things as them they get mad at us for no reason. If you’re gay or bisexual and you come out and they get mad at you because it’s not what a son or daughter is supposed to be. They shouldn’t do that. We are our own kind of human. They don’t understand they way they make us feel. They treat us like shit and then they expect us to be okay with that? And to take care of then when they are older? I don’t think so. But then you remember all the good times you’ve had with them. You remember the laughs you shared at nothing. You remember the jokes that made no sense to other people except you. They way you smiled when they would come home from work. The vacations you would take. The trips to the store. The way they love you. The way they did their best to try and raise you. If you got a scrap in the knee and they would kiss it better. The way they would put up with your crazy ideas. They played with you when the plot of the game made no sense. They would help you.
They aren’t perfect- not in the slightest way- but even though they yell at us and make us feel like we shouldn’t be there, we still love them.