Alright or All Right?

Things I hate about my mother: she's... forgetful, not funny, thinks she shouldn't swear, trusts no-one, loud, a drama-queen, predictable, narrates her life, a MASSIVE hypocrite, annoying, embarrassing, stubborn, revengeful, spiteful, not endearing, boring and disappointing.

                And worst of all, I can't even say I love her any more.

Pondering?

Sometimes I wander if I did enough to impress my friends or to maintain the preconceptions they have of me. Then I catch myself thinking this and wander whether or not what my friends think of me really is me, or just someone I invented for them so they would like me. Inevitably I doubt if my friendships would crumble if they knew the real me, the me that doesn't want to fight for them to like me by doing things for them or buying them stuff. (Of course these are things friends do for each other) but...

would my friends still be mine if I didn't try so hard?

Or maybe I'm just paranoid...

The Cake is a Lie

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I remember everything you say to me,
                                                            even if I pretend I don't

Black Milk

If there was some sort of male equivalent...

Hipster Edits V

In REAL Life

Why?

Bastard

Split Screen

Blob

Hart

PostSecret 9

Soft Focus

Braces AFF!

My face when I got them off:

OOOOOOOOO

Truman

And in case I don't see you,
                                            Good Afternoon,
                                                                        Good Evening
                                                                                                and
                                                                                                       Good Night

Hipster Edits IV

KM mhiy

Un-Voluntary

Blunt II

Getting Old

!!!

PostSecret 8

Dory

Chroma