Today’s theme: responding to literally any unfortunate happenstance with “this is not my fetish”.
Friend: Hey have heard of enjoying things in moderation
Me, my fingers deeply embedded in the only thing I’ve done or talked about for the last week: I have no idea what you mean
cute new co-worker is super cute and this is a problem.
no, june 2014 me, it is not a problem!!! bc you are in love now!! and have an apartment in philly and a fat cat and make mexican food all the time!!!!!! dreams come true!!!!!
AND NOW YOU TWO ARE ENGAGED. EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL.
do u ever feel like you’ve accidentally tricked certain people into thinking you are smarter and have more potential than you actually do and do you ever think about how disappointed they’ll be when you inevitably crash and burn
Fun fact: Impostor Syndrome is ridiculously common among high-achievers, particularly women. If you identify with this post, odds are pretty good that you’re exactly as smart as people think you are, and the failure you’re afraid of isn’t inevitable at all.
i love being a millenial so much. i love it. i love taking pictures of everything. i love texting my sister when she’s in the room next to me. i love snapchatting my friends when they’re sitting next to me. i love taking selfies with everything. i’ll go on instagram in public all i want. i’ll put everything on my snapchat story. i don’t fucking care. cute dog? posting it. drink i just got? posting it. favorite song just came on the radio? posting the Fuck out of it. and you bet your Ass i’m gonna put all the filters i need on it. do you know how many friends i’ve made bc of social media? so many. and it pisses adults off so much. i love it. i love being born in this time. god bless america.
A peek at the disaster 