"Tender thoughts blossomed in the mind and delicately planted and sowed in the empty field called Imagination."
Nah, it's just a blog.
That awkward moment when you look at someone who has a megabajillion-baboo-bassmarillion notes, and then you look at the three notes you have on your post and feel proud of yourself.
I mean this in the fact that, every time I go on tumblr, I see girls who are just gushing around about, “Omg, Chris Hemsworth is so hot,” or, “Oh, Robert Downey Jr. is smexy,” and I have to agree, I guess it’s true.
But then I just think about how I used to escape to those comic books just years ago when I was an awkward little girl in middle school, and I would read those damn comic books because they were the only way I had out of the crap life I thought I would be stuck in forever.
I would read about how Thor was a god of thunder, who, although not a little on the bright side, had a heart of gold and would go out and protect the innocent, and then Iron Man, who was a scumbag that you couldn’t help but love, would zoom in and save the day before you even realize there was a day to be saved.
I didn’t feel like they were people I should lust after, I thought that they were people I could call my family.
Sorry for sounding pretentious, but thanks for listening. Don’t hesitate to reblog and like.
If this post gets 50 likes by Halloween, I’ll wear my sock monkey onesie around campus.
This is what it looks like
Holy crap I didn’t actually think that it hit 50 o-o
What about 200 notes and I’ll carry a bundle of bananas around with me.
Ha ha ha…better get those bananas ready.
I seriously dread going to school. Its too routine. Same conversations, people, environment, pointless lessons, same frustrations day after day. Im tired.
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy
Why’re you being mean to my mum?