Okay. As you all (hopefully) know, I’m a teenage female. So explain this. Why do adults expect us to act like adults but treat us like children? They contradict themselves then get mad at us when we get frustrated. I guess it’s not just girls, either. Guys get their share of the stress.
We’re teenagers. We’re still growing, but we’re able to understand simple things. Please don’t treat us like we can’t handle ourselves.
On a separate note, I love every one of my followers. I encourage you to write me messages! I love them! They make my day! <3 THANKS
The beginnings of the American Revolution, simplified
BRITISH EMPIRE:All right, fine, your stupid embargo worked. We won’t levy any more taxes-
AMERICAN COLONIES:Huzzah! Time to get drunk!
BRITISH EMPIRE:Except on tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Get over it, it’s just tea. Seriously, where do you get this idea that you’re special and should never have to pay taxes? We hope that idea doesn’t go on to infect your political discourse centuries from now.
AMERICAN COLONIES:We’re not buying your stupid tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Are you being serious right now? What are you going to do, just stop drinking tea?
AMERICAN COLONIES:Yes. We’ll drink coffee.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Do you even know what that is?
AMERICAN COLONIES:No, but we’ve heard it’s good and we’re feeling surly.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Fine, whatever, we don’t even care what you do anymore.
BRITISH EAST INDIA COMPANY:Actually, we are pretty much bankrupt, so you need to make them drink the tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Oh, for—just drink the tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Do it.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Drink it.
AMERICAN COLONIES:Fuck you.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Drink it or we’ll punch you in the face.
AMERICAN COLONIES:*Boston Tea Party*
BRITISH EMPIRE:What the hell?
AMERICAN COLONIES:We heard it was Indians.
BRITISH EMPIRE:That’s interesting, because we heard it was a bunch of colonists wearing paint and dressed in costumes that were remarkably similar to what a crowd of drunks who wanted to look like Indians would assemble if the only supplies they had were found in an alley behind a bar.
AMERICAN COLONIES:You get all types in Boston.
BRITISH EMPIRE:…*Coercive Acts*
AMERICAN COLONIES:Oh, it is ON.
and this is why we don't get doctor who on our televisions kids
Some people who follow me are convinced I’m a dude. NO. NO. NO. NEVER. I AM FEMALE. I am 100% positive I am a female. I don’t know WHY you’d think I’m a dude, but there ya go. I’M A GIRL. I’M HORMONAL. Please stop saying I’m a creepy dude. I’m not. I am an amazing awesome teen girl who has no social life. Okay have a nice day.
OKAY. Just because you have a cheap ass Sonic Screwdriver and a bow tie DOES NOT mean you are The Doctor. It DOES NOT make you a nerd for watching 2 episodes of Sherlock. It DOES NOT make you a “total dork” if you have seen 20 minutes of Star Wars. It DOES NOT make you a geek if you understand Star Trek jokes. So if you’re on of these 12-17 year old girls doing a duck face while wearing a bow tie with the caption “Trust me, I’m the Doctor.”, I will personally hunt you down, steal your bow tie, and delete your Tumblr.
Oh also I’ll take that Sonic Screwdriver so this doesn’t happen again.
Basically a king said “Yo people. I don’t want ya’ll gettin’ married. Stop it.” but then this one dude named Valentine (not a saint yet) said “MAN! GOTTA SHARE THE LOVE.” and since he was a priest, he could legally marry people. So then he starts doing these secret weddings like “By the power invested in me by the place of this rock, you guys be married.” Then the king finds out and goes “AWWWW HECKKK NAWW!” and says that Valentine had to be killed. While Valentine was in jail, all the couples he married brought flowers and sweets to his cell like “I heard you’re gonna die. Here’s some candy.” Also, Valentine fell in love with the kings daughter, so in his last letter to her, he put “Love, Your Valentine”. So when you think about it, we’re actually celebrating the death of a dude….kinda gruesome.
So no. I don’t want a Valentine. NO ONE SHALL DIE FOR ME.
I made my friend watch the first episode of Doctor Who with Christopher Eccleston. She didn’t like him that much, but I could tell she was beginning to enjoy the idea. I can’t wait til she sees the introductory episode with Matt Smith <3
There are no words to explain how I feel about you. Wait. Yes there is.
YOU ARE A STUPID JERK. YOU HAVE NO HEART AND I’M SURPRISED SHE EVEN LIKES YOU. YOU THINK THAT’S LOVE? BITCH, PLEASE. YOU COULDN’T TELL IF SOMEONE LOVED YOU IF IT WAS STARING YOU IN THE FACE. WELL GUESS WHAT? IT IS. ME. You know how I feel and yet you continue to stay with her. What does that say? You love the popularity. I don’t think you even know what love is. Love is caring. Love is calling you when you’re sick just to say “I don’t care if you’re sick. I’m coming over.” Love is not caring about their flaws, quirks, or nervous habits. It’s about loving every single one of those. I don’t think you understand this. I do. You have no idea that she doesn’t care about you. I do. I can see it every day the way she talks to that other guy, but NO! “They’re just friends.” you say. “She doesn’t like him.” you mutter. GUESS WHAT? THEY LIKE EACH OTHER. THEY TOLD ME. I know you’re “faithful” to her and all, but when someone is practically cheating on you in front of your face, you have the right to break up with her. But you ignore it. Why? Cause you “love” her. Me? Oh not me. I was just something you dealt with while you waited for her. How do you think that makes ME feel? Hmm? What do you think I felt? I did love you. I still do. But this CRAP you’re pulling? I don’t love that. I love the old you. Dorky, sweet, nerdy, and PERFECT. She doesn’t like it, but I do! I just hope you somehow understand. I’ll wait as long as I possibly can, but once I’m gone you’ll never get me again. I just hope you realize it before it’s too late.
Prince Humperdinck:First things first, to the death.
Westley:No. To the pain.
Prince Humperdinck:I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.
Westley:I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
Prince Humperdinck:That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Westley:It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.
Prince Humperdinck:And then my tongue I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Westley:I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.
Prince Humperdinck:And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it.
Westley:WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Prince Humperdinck:I think you're bluffing.
Westley:It's possible, Pig, I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again... perhaps I have the strength after all.
[slowly rises and points sword directly at the prince]
Westley:DROP... YOUR... SWORD!
Prince Humperdinck:[Humperdinck's mouth hangs open, drops sword to floor]