i’m all for hashtags on instagram. i hashtags my photos with a few desciptive words of whatever i’m posting. a few. like 5 at the most (maybe a little more). i can handle people who hashtag 50 descriptive words #but #when #you #hashtag #every #word #of #your #caption #it #makes #me #want #to #punch #you #in #the #face #then #unfollow #you. #but #i #will #punch #you #first.
"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes."
what if i got a boyfriend
i wouldn’t know what to do
what do they eat
how often do they have to be walked
It still freaks me out to have my personal space invaded.
Bus route W90/1 (formerly 296). I’ve been catching this bus for many years- from High School right through Uni.
One thing has remained constant- an older guy always tapping/grabbing girls by the shoulder, leaning in close and asking if they were Catholic.
While this may not sound as bad as other things, it still freaks me out to have my personal space invaded.
yes! this totally happened to me a few times. So unnerving!