samar arij

i play solitaire like an old white lady but i’m not even good at it so it’s not fun anymore

rien de pire que des frères nommés isaiah 
          bryshon watson III essayant de me dire quoi faire. tu es un vilain vif vouloir être nle choppa, et tu veux me parler??? me manque avec cette merde.

need so badly for 92.3 fm to play endless fashion

what the hell i made a post on tumblr about the people attacking ao3 and i’m getting so many notifications for it that it’s making the site lag

oh my godddd i fell asleep at my girlfriend’s house and failed to let my uncle know he probably thinks i fucking DIED

tfw the only people who share your music taste are black guys named darnell

I hate grits so much like WHY is that staple food in the south bc I know y’all can do better

you know how when you’re around certain people and you’re just so happy??  Like, it’s like vertigo but fun and you want to kiss them and hold them forever

tfw guys who used to call you ugly in middle school are calling you hot

i hate the way my brain works. 
          
          
          like, i have a fully fleshed out fic and also a wip that i should probably finish, but NOO, i need to plan a whole NEW ONE beacause i scrapped another one.  what the hell, man?