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.
Ok so when i went to this church retreat thing this guy was telling us a story about his friend who was sitting on a plane next to Eminem the rapper but she had no clue that it was him ok. So he like looked at her and was like ” you arent going to ask for an autograph or anything??” and she was like “what?” He was all like “im eminem!” and literally she had the most confused look her face bc she had no idea who he was and her response was, “and I’m skittles?”
WHEN YOU’RE LEANING OFF YOUR BED TO GRAB SOMETHING AND YOU TRY TO GET BACK UP ONLY REALIZE YOU’VE LEANED TO FAR AND THERE’S JUST THAT FEELING OF SHAME AS YOU LET YOUR BODY SLIDE OFF THE BED BECAUSE YOU COULDN’T PULL YOURSELF BACK UP IN TIME