The kissing scene always brings up weird feelings for me.
Weird because it’s my favorite scene in the whole movie.
Weird because, ever since the first time I saw this movie, I’ve tried reenacting that scene with every person I’ve ever dated.
Weird because it never works and the other person ends up saying,
“What are you doing?
Why are you kissing my eyebrow?
Stop it.
Just kiss me on the mouth like a normal person.”
So I do.
Even though I’m not a normal person.
And then I feel silly.
And then I don’t do it to them again.
Even though I want to.
And then I’m dating someone new.
And then the cycle repeats itself.
“Just kiss me on the mouth like a normal person.”
And then I do.
Even though I’m not a normal person.
Sometimes, I date a person who says nothing about it.
A person who pulls back, smiles, and kisses me on the mouth.
“That’s not what happens in the movie,” I think.
But it’s better than, “What are you doing?”
And, “Stop it.”
Much better.
(via liveitupbuttonup)
There is literally nothing that grinds my gears like old people and their UNHINGED ignorance when it comes to technology.
God, yeah. Fuck that shit. Facebook. Pft. Who does that Mark kid think he is? Reformatting and shit. He’s still doing all that right?
Oh, wait. Never mind. I have no idea what I’m talking about since I haven’t had the Facebooks for 6 months. And with all this bitchin’ and moanin’ about the changes that have been made, I’m kinda glad a’cause I know that shit would piss me off.
So, I’ll just sit here in my tower while everyone else cries about the internet.
When I dressed as Oprah for Halloween I did not do it to be disrespectful. I understand that people may see it is being “racist” but it wasn’t meant that way. When I put on the face paint and sprayed my hair black it didn’t even occur to me that people would find it racist. I did it because my friends and I thought it was amusing. I was Oprah, my step sister was a whore, and two of my guy friends were Paris and Nicole. We dressed up and went to a friends house and partied by ourselves.
When people started reblogging the picture and calling my racist, well, at first I thought it was funny. I thought it was funny because I’m far from being racist. The color of a persons skin doesn’t matter to me. You could be green and it wouldn’t matter to me.
I don’t understand racism. I don’t understand why someone would think they are better than another person just because of the color of their skin. It bothers me when white people put others down because they’re not white as well. It bothers me when people use the “n” word. It bothers me that I live in a state that still have a good amount of racist people living in it. But there isn’t much I can do about others views on things.
I try not to discriminate in any way. The color of someones skin, the language they speak, sexual orientation, or the disabilities/illness/afflictions mean nothing to me. I have never, and will never, thought that I was better than someone because I was a healthy white person. I’m not. I’m no where near better than another person. I’m just a person.
I’m sorry if my dressing as Oprah for Halloween offended you. I truly didn’t mean to offend anyone. It hurts knowing that I did. I really did not mean anything by it.
Sincerely, Sandra.
“Ugh. Look at that asshole. He’s got the flu. He’ll never be a productive member of society. Him and all those other sick people are stealing our jobs and using up the tax payer’s money. HEY, YOU! Go throw up somewhere else! This bathroom is for Healthies only.”
(Source: goodmorning-mylove)



