First thing that comes to mind, short.
Second, loves languages therefore a unending love for books. Especially dictionaries, have a perverse fondness for anything in a alphabetical order. Does however not claim to be any good at this thing called "spelling".
Favourite animals are sharks, bats and cats. And guinea pigs if they have fur.
omg ok put in the tags a food that makes u feel like life is worth living when you eat it. like u eat it and it’s soo good and everything’s fine actually
ppl who say pasta why are u boring. good for u though
what’s y’all’s christmas song? your favorite or just the one that makes you feel like the season has arrived. mine is i’ll be home for christmas, the bing crosby version
Oh Helga Natt I think it’s called in Swedish. My mom had it on a tape with other Christmas songs sung by a guy named Jörgen Edman I think but I’m not sure due to that being about 20 years ago now and that tape unfortunately went kaputt about three years ago. When mom played it I was in full-blown Christmas spirit XD
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
I just scored an interview for what would be a HUGE promotion at work! Not taking any risks!
Could re use some good luck right now. Fingers crossed 🤞
Since I was a kid, in a village with more trees than people, I have been made sure to know that I have no value. That the only time I was okay to be around was when they had no one else to be with. One of these people, who I thought was a friend, would make plans with me to hang out or whatever and I would always get so excited because someone actually saw me. But she never kept her promises. Never.
There were always someone more important, someone cool to hang out with so she stood me up or dumped me as yesterdays’ trash. It hurts. It still hurts.
So I grew up believing that I am useless, that I’m only worth their time if they’re alone with no other options. That was over 20 years ago, and I still believe it.
I am disposable. So what’s the point in staying around?