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These are some silly things I do when I’m sad and need a distraction.

  • Make popcorn, and try to catch it on your tongue. Bonus points if you hit yourself in the eye.
  • Turn on your favorite CD. For every song, draw a picture. When the song goes off and a new one starts, start a new picture.
  • Open minecraft, creative mode. Dig straight down, then lay TNT all the way back up. Set it off. Go witness the caves you just opened up.
  • Pet a dog. If you don’t have a dog, pet a cat. If the cat refuses, wrap him in a blanket and hug him. If you don’t have either one of these, hug your favorite stuffed animal and give it a kiss.
  • Write a complimentary letter to a stranger and put it in your library book when you return it.
  • Make a video log. Talk about everything you remember from the last month.
  • Draw a picture of your dream home. 
  • Turn the lights out, put your headphones on. Click here
  • Make ridiculous faces, make a photo collage. Challenge a friend to mimic your faces.
  • Read your favorite book.
  • Take 1 packet of hot cocoa, mix with warm milk. Mix roughly half a table spoon of vanilla and a sprinkle of cinnamon.
  • Collect fortune cookie fortunes, tape them to a binder.
  • Send 5 random followers a message.
  • Write a message to your favorite celebrity. Send it, or don’t.
  • Put marshmallows on a microwaveable plate, and stick them in the microwave for 10-20 seconds. Watch them through the glass.
  • Try and draw out your thoughts or just draw
  • Write down your feelings. You might be a secret poet. It will make you feel better when you read it back. Especially if it’s about someone you care about or friendship or something you believe in.

Feel free to add things. Pass the list around. You never know who might need it.

So I’ve decided to leave Tumblr

It’s not because I don’t love you all. It’s actually quite the opposite. You all inspired me. I see all of you doing all sorts of adventurous things and it made me realize that I spend more time browsing your encounters and wishing for my own rather than making my own experiences.

Anyway, I’m going to leave it up for the next two weeks so I can make sure I get contact information for all of you lovely people.
So if you’re interested in keeping in touch, I’ve got skype, snapchat, kik, email, Facebook, or iMessage. (Most of that info can be found in my description. Just send me a private message for contact information that you don’t have.)

I love you guys— see you off the screen!

The friend zone is very real. We have all had someone we were close to that we realized we were crushing on in a big way - but we hated ourselves for it. As much as we hoped and prayed things would change for the better, many of us acknowledged that our love for the other person was going to be detrimental towards the relationship. The people in this kind of friend zone cry while watching romance movies or go out and get drunk and kiss strangers. We make sure to keep a respectful distance between the person we like and ourselves - we are distinctly afraid of fucking things up because of our shitty heart being a complete dickweed and doing the thumpy thing when it shouldn’t.

The Friend Zone is entirely false and is a complete invention made by boys who on one hand get angry if they think you’re soliciting sex by playing video games but on the other hand get angry if you are not soliciting sex just by breathing. The Friend Zone consists rarely of actual friends - instead it’s often people who stare at us in class and make us uncomfortable by constantly trying to talk to us while we’re obviously engaged in something else. These are the people who invade our personal space and aren’t afraid to talk dismissively about the things which we are passionate about - our faith in particular.

These are not kind people. Once I was in a hospital’s waiting room and a woman was quietly saying a prayer for her son. After a few minutes, several other people joined in, linking their hands and bowing their heads. The boy next to me began to talk loudly to me about how disgusting and juvenile it was and how amused he happened to be by the behavior of the “sheep.”

"I’m Catholic," I replied, looking into his eyes, "I think what they’re doing is beautiful."

He looked down my shirt. “You seemed more intelligent than that,” he snorted, “I should have known. Are you even reading that book or are you just skimming?”

I blinked. I wish I had said something like, “No, I’m just breathing in the words and hoping they stick,” but instead I just gave him a dirty look and tried to tune him out. He kept talking to me for the better part of an hour.

Eventually, he got around to asking me out for coffee. I wanted to explain I was waiting for my mother to get out of chemotherapy, that my family was poised on the edge of a terrible end, that I barely knew him and basically already hated him. Instead, I smiled sheepishly and said, “I’d rather not.”

"You bitch," he replied. I watched his face flare hot. "You sluts are all like this. You play hard-to-get faux-intelligent and you lead people on just to hurt them."

"I’m…?" I started. I was scared. He was in my face. His hands were curled into fists.

"You’re all like this," he repeated. At this point, a few of the other people in the room were staring. I was pressed against the side of my chair, trying to get as far from him as I could. He wouldn’t lower his voice. "You fucking friend zone all the nice guys and date shitty asshole men and then come crying to our shoulders when you need someone."

I am not a confrontational person. Panic bubbled in my throat. I felt tears jump into my eyes. I started stuttering again. I was really honestly positive he was going to hurt me - for no other reason than turning down coffee.

This is the difference between the friend zone and the Friend Zone: one is hating yourself for liking the other person. The other is hating the other person for not liking you.

A nighttime story about why the terrible deep Friend Zone, mostly written because about seventeen boys have asked what I mean when I complain about it. (via inkskinned)
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