You have the patience of a saint.

I realize this is like, months and months late, but i just gotta say - also ethnic chinese here, and my parents and late grand parents would still tell my little toddler cousins to pee in a plastic bag. in the middle of a mall food court. My parents are second-gen immigrants.

Fun fact: here in indonesia, we call those beauty-mark types of markings (black dot) “tahi lalat”, literally translates to “fly droppings.” Language adaptation, man.

You have an excuse. *I*’m just juvenile :’)

oh god the BJDs!!! My ex used to have some and I remember going ????? at the money she spent for a pair of eyeballs. EYEBALLS.

Oh thank God I thought I was losing my memory

THANK YOU. I’m like, when will someone call out this obvious derailing/shifting the focus from the actual issue.

ANGRY NAPPING

COMEDIC GOLD (i legit laughed out loud).

Almost made it two years without encountering any mention of The One Wank That Rules Them All. Two years!

I mean, we put liquid chocolate in our avocado juice to make it more delicious, but green peas ... don’t work the same, conceptually.

this. I’ve got a few friends who are hardcore tswift fans and when they ask me if I love her, I diplomatically answers with variations of:

this entire comment. this. from the ooOOOOooOOOoooo and white people white peopled peopled people something and the hill. a million of stars in my eyes.

Please could I have a summer Romance Books recs? It doesn’t even have to be summer-related! Historical, Paranormal, Thriller, bring it. I just want to dive back to the genre but reading fanfiction has accustomed me to a very specific way of reading and enjoying writings that it’s difficult to jump back to published…

I think Amber Heard’s eyes and cheekbones are quite distinctive, actually... but I can’t tell Kstew and Teresa Palmer apart.

just like everybody, i was super confused when I saw your screenname and the comment within, but the last line is A+

In all seriousness, do not fuck with Ostriches. Angry Ostriches are scary af.

I would love to be able to not care, I think :) and I have the same problem with you regarding flirting. It just feels... odd. I bond with people by talking about common interests and issues we are passionate about - I am unable to engage in that coy, push/pull, innuendo-laden dynamic. It’s just awkward to me.

28.5 - most days i can deal with the pressure, but sometimes it’s just hard to shake the feeling that something’s wrong with you/you’re unloved/unwanted/unattractive

your mom is. i mean. wow. i just. god.