February 2011
That awkward moment when there is no awkward...
et-damartian:
longlivetherev:
Mitra :D
Did someone call the Awkward Mitra?
...I cannot solve a Rubik's cube to save my life.
I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING THIS SUMMER.
That Awkward moment when the city is under attack...
xwishforyou:
“HONEYY” “What?” “Where is my super suit? “WHAT?” “WHERE. IS. MY. SUPER SUIT.”
“WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?”
“IT’S FOR THE GREATER GOOD.”
“I AM YOUR WIFE. I’M THE GREATEST GOOD YOU ARE EVER GONNA GET.”
“THE PUBLIC IS IN DANGER!”
“MY EVENING IS IN DANGER!”
“YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SUIT IS, WOMAN.”
TO PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW ME FROM SCHOOL:
astoldbynigger:
You are allowed to read my shit, but:
don’t speak of it at school or anywhere at all.
whatever’s on tumblr, stays on tumblr.
don’t ask me questions about who my posts are about.
don’t judge me from my posts.
don’t assume my posts are about you.
don’t assume my posts are towards a certain someone in particular.
in each post i make, i have my reasons that doesn’t concern...
I wrote the stupidest poem for English.
My worst work. Ever.
…Perhaps someone will find a deeper meaning…
6,900th POST!
AAAHAHAH HAI
"...for shits and gigs."
I can’t believe I almost put this in my essay.
I'm just about freakin' ready to throw my freakin'...
Freakin’ A!
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Yesterday.
I honestly don’t know what yesterday was.
Possibly a cruel dose of hormones, I don’t know.
I just know that the mood’s behind me now.
HELL and HEAVEN weeks.
HELL WEEK: Week of 2/7: Comedy of Errors (Mon., Tues., Wed., Thurs., then performances on Fri., Sat., Sun.)
HEAVEN WEEK: Week of 2/14: Passion Play (Rehearsal: Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, Runthrough on Saturday.)
In 3rd Period.
Me: -walks into 3rd period-
Matt: SUP. -holds up something that ultimately makes me lose the game.-
Me: DAMMIT MATT
In the hallways.
Neil: Psst, Mitra.
Me: -turns-
Neil: BASEBALL, MITRA! BAAASEBAAALLL!
"Excuse mon Francais merdique."
GET YOU AND YOUR WEIRD PORN SELF OFF TUMBLR.
Okay, thanks.
Lunch Adventures!
Me: Hey, Monsieur...
MP: Oui?
Me: Can I write something on the board, and can you tell me if it's all correct?
MP: Okay.
Me: -writes "EXCUSE MON FRANCAIS MERDIQUE" in all caps-
MP: Who taught you that?!
Me: ...I have friends.
MP: What friends?!
Me: ...D:
January 2011
"You couldn't possibly get any weirder"
i-aint-bovvered:
Conversation over Words with Friends.
Hmm :3
Day By Day: Real Talk #1 →
beamd:
Every girl wants to be treated like a princess. Okay, correct me if I’m wrong, but IDGF. If a girl says she doesn’t care much for flowers, doesn’t mean she doesn’t like getting flowers on some spontaneous occasion or day. It’s a nice gesture dammit. We try not to keep expectations because hey…
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Bittersweet thoughts manifest themselves into a...
And here I am, waiting for something to tell me it’s not real.
I mean what?
Hi.
I use depression as not an actual oh-I’m-going-to-cut-myself depression, but as a lingering sadness that stops me from thinking.
Not to poke any fun at anyone that is clinically depressed.
In short, when you hear something that you don’t want to hear, your mind will reel around in “What...
The future.
Scary and unpredictable!
D:
Making things awkward.
One IM at a time ;D
jaimelefrancais:
Si tu traites encore ma frangine de pute, je te tue. | Call my sis’ a whore again and I’ll kill you.
jaimelefrancais:
Si tu traites encore ma frangine de pute, je te tue. | Call my sis’ a whore again and I’ll kill you.
jaimelefrancais:
Ça va, mec, c’est bon, calme-toi. | Yo, dude, it’s all right, chill out.
