why does it matter if someone’s room isn’t clean
like it’s their own personal living space
if they want it messy and they’re comfortable with that then let them keep it like that it’s not your room and there’s this thing called a door that prevents you from having to see it so unless you’re going to go out of your way to spend your own time living in there calm down martha stuart
the fact that people HONESTLY think that women’s colleges opening their doors to trans women would lead to cis men pretending to be trans women in order to get into a women’s college and do god knows what is fucking mind boggling
you’ve been watching too many straight to dvd college comedies
You realise how much you truly miss someone when something happens - good or bad - and the only person you want to tell is the one person who isn’t there.
I fucking hate admitting to someone that I miss them. It makes me feel so small and pathetic, because while I’m awake at 4am thinking about you, you probably haven’t thought of me in months. It makes me feel so stupid and I honestly wish I could forget you. But I can’t.