I'm seventeen, I live physically in America, mentally in Yorkshire. My inside activities include blogging, reading, writing, and playing piano. My outside activities aren't so classy. I love going tubing on the lake and mudding in the woods, along with swimming and going to bonfires. I love music. I sing anywhere from Jazz to Pop and that doesn't give you any right to judge me. I reblog anything that holds my attention long enough to get an exaggerated exhalation of breath or a smirk. Boys are confusing, girls are better, and I'm the best. Don't be afraid of me, I'm afraid of myself enough for the both of us.
Its 2014. Oreos don’t have a single natural ingredient in them that isn’t distilled out of recognition. People get their vegetables from cans. They have made cruelty-free, lab-grown BACON. People fly around in big, metal machines.
I. AM. TALKING. TO SOMEONE. ACROSS THE WORLD. IN A MATTER OF SECONDS.
Not natural. Is not bad.
Your rhetoric is no longer a valid excuse for hate.
i’m that friend that has to walk behind the group when the path isn’t big enough. i’m that friend that gets cut off in the conversation. i’m that friend that gets left behind when i asked for them to wait for me. i’m that friend that doesn’t get invited to hang out alot. i’m that friend that if i want to go to the mall or some place with a friend i have to be the one to invite people to make sure i get included. i’ll always be that friend.