Elephant Stampede
Look around, find the prize.
I don’t have enough emotional strife to have even a semi-decent blog
(Source: vecherion, via ryannonlylivesonce)
So mom brought me coffee in this awesome mug that I was given for Christmas a few years back. The best part is when my coffee is gone. And I used to dread the very thought.
So it’s come to my attention over the past…2 weeksish that there’s a pretty good number of people that think I don’t like them, or hate them even. Quite frankly, that’s ridiculous. I don’t HATE anybody, not even who you’re thinking I might, I don’t.
Obviously this means I’m doing something wrong; people shouldn’t get the idea I dislike them, especially when I consider them my friends. So, if at any point in time if something I say or do comes across to you as hatred or distaste directed at you, call me out.
Seriously. I gotta fix this.
Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness.
(Source: unpublishedwriting, via diag-nonsense)
