shedisenchants:

shedisenchants:

so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night

you guys think I’m joking??

i think. Getting dropped on stone steps and all today i’ve just felt dead/dizzy/sick…come spinal fluid, you can deal with this!

cornchipz:

awkwardcontent:

Fun fact: Humans are deuterostomes, which means that when they develop in the womb the anus forms before any other opening. Which basically means at one point you were nothing but an asshole.

some people never develop beyond this stage

Texting my Mum my angst…because she totally gets me…

Not soppy, just true…

My Mum:

She has put up with so much since the 26th November 1993. she’s supported me with everything i’ve done. She’s done a bloody good job at making me, me and has never tried to mould me or change me or stop me. She’s let me make my own mistakes and not judged me for it. She’s made me strong and taught me how to stand alone and face reality even it punches and kicks you and gives you broken teeth and a bloody face. I couldn’t even begin to list the huge and tiny but all significant things she’s helped me through…from teaching me how to make Biff and Chip stories up, taking me to play in the conker trees instead of play school…to making sure I always have Katie (my teddy) when i’ve been poorly, standing up and fighting for what’s right when i was in hospital, all of the stress and sleepless nights and tears and frustration at my bedside, my crazy, crazy court case and crazy, crazy brain and weird obsessions with random periods of history, made up worlds, musicians, adventure and “I’m going to do this whether you want me to or not” moments…But she’s always been there. And she always will be…because she’s my Mum. She never asks for praise, always stands back and never puts me on a pedestal. She just always says, whenever someone asks her if she’s proud of me, “Laura is Laura.” 
She made me, me. That’s my Mum.
Oh, she’s also put up with my dog for four months without me…and if that little fluff ball could talk he’d say she’s very nice and gives good walkies and rich tea biscuits…and muffins, we can’t forget the muffins!

:)