Ugh yes

intrajanelle:

Sometimes I realize that people actually know who I am, like have opinions of me and think of me and use my name in conversations and I just kind of sit there petrified for several minutes

funnyfacesplace:

angergirl:

AU CONTRAIRE
MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,
“YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.”WHICH IS TRUE
MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED
the moral of this story is
1. Sit the way you want.
2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.

Aunt Mary is my new hero
dappertomboy:

Afiya Bennett
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dappertomboy:

Afiya Bennett
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stayfr-sh:

q’d
"Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. (via theprimalstoner)
sixpenceee:

counterhunter:

‘arent we supposed to have antlers or something’
‘fuck if i know’

'who cares we're mad cute'