Let The Music Begin

hornybunchesofoats:

back in my day there was none of that fancy shmancy alt+reblog hippie shit. we had to reblog for ten miles up a hill in the snow in my barefeet 

most-awkward-moments:

Expectations:

Reality:

Are you awkward? This is the blog for you!

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I am desperately trying to find an image that I found on here. Its a black and white picture of a man and a womans heads looking at each other. They have animal skulls on their heads and flowers around them. The man has a mustache.

If you know the picture that I am talking about, please, post it for me. If you do I will promote you so much. Everyday for a year! Please.

I know that kids are always going around saying that they don’t like their parents but they don’t know what they’re feeling because they spend all the time with them.

Now, I don’t spend very much time with my mother even though I live with her, (hopefully for not much longer) but the intense feeling of dislike I feel for my mother is an indication that it isn’t healthy for me.

Arguments with my mother are always two versions of one sided. First version: She says something as an attack to me, I defend myself and crush her point because it is wrong and she talks in circles so it’s easy Now, when I say it’s wrong I don’t mean I’m just crushing her opinion because it’s different to mine, no, I’m crushing it because I defend myself with evidence as to why she is wrong. Second version: She always plays the victim to try and make me let her win. Uh, ah, not happening.

I know how to win arguments and I won’t be backing down.

Times like these, I wish I had my dog to comfort me.