shaving ur v is really hard i don’t think us people with vaginas get enough credit for that
Reasons why October is the best month:
- Cold but dry weather
- Everything is pretty colours
- Pumpkin pie
- Pumpkin coffee
- Everything being made to look spooky
- Horror movies on TV all the time
- Jumper weather
- Dressing up as scary things
- Hot drinks
- Lots of sweets
Long-distant friendships are a weird thing.
You’d think that they’d be perfect. You tell them a secret and they couldn’t tell people that you know… You’d trust them for forever and you’d be friends for…forever.
You imagine a big celebration when you finally meet.
All of it is, in your head. It’s all planned out and gets you excited.
Now when you get through that sheild of falseness, and get an internet friend, you should notice some flaws in your dreams.
They can’t hold you when you’re sad.
They can’t show up at your house at 2am with the spongebob movie and takeout.
You can’t have sleepovers, and you probably have different time zones.
Sure, you can tell them about your crush but they have no idea who they are.
If you have boy troubles they’d say “I’ll kick their ass,” but they can’t and you know this.
They can’t protect you when you’re scared.
You can’t protect them properly, either.
It’s a mess.
Don’t get me wrong, long-distant friendships aren’t all bad.
We can make people on the internet jealous of us.
Hell, we can even make people offline jealous of us.
They’d be the first person you come out to if you’re gay, and the last person you’d say “good night” to.
You’d rant about your parents, and it’s all comfortable. You’re comfortable when them in your life. No matter what. People will beat you down, “They’re not real friends get a life!”
But you won’t listen to them because..well.. they’re your best friends. You love them.
It’ll be hard.
But you’ll meet one day. And when you do it’ll be just as you imagined it.
I remember in year 2 there was a girl who had literally never had a haircut so her hair was ridiculously long [imagine Rapunzel basically] and she always complained about it but her mum wouldn’t let her get it cut
So one day at recess she put an entire pack of chewed gum in her hair at the exact length she wanted it cut to.
She came in the next day with her hair cut how she wanted it and a smug grin on her face and I knew that that girl was going places.
I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great