I hate it when I can tell that the ending’s going to be sad and someone’s gonna die but I just can’t stop reading.
- Jetjet: You know my friend was telling me a story about how her friend bought a racist for her kids--
- Me: LOL WHAT? SHE BOUGHT A RACIST FOR HER KIDS?
- Jetjet: I said eraser!!
- Me: [still laughing ass off] OMG "Hey kids, look what I brought?"
- Jetjet: It's a KKK member!
- Me: [LMAO]
Remember when boys had cooties?
When drama wasn’t even in our vocabulary?
When little crushes didn’t turn into “serious” relationships?
When stupid was a bad word?
When we were mad at someone, just saying “sorry” made it all better?
When we had cuts and bruises on our knees instead of broken pieces of our hearts?
When elementary school girls didn’t wear makeup?
When the only person we were “in love” with was a celebrity we had no chance with?
When Taylor Swift was Kelly Clarkson?
I absolutely despise when people generalize or stereotype people because of the words or actions one person had or has done.
I admit I have generalized/stereotyped myself/others but not in a crazy extremist way where I go around saying “oh those people should go die” or whatnot.
The other side of it is the people who attempt to speak for their group but fail miserably at it.
Find some proof and check your sources before you go around spouting garbage and make everybody else look bad in the process.
I am an awkward, embarrassing, and inconvenient child.
- Taco Party