sodamnrelatable:

People who pour milk into the bowl before they pour the cereal

(Source: sithhappenz, via heirofmedusa)

Ironic room is ironic

Hooked on a wall above my desk is a small box containing two small objects and a slip of paper on which a Chinese character for “harmony” is etched.*

The rest of my room looks like a tornado took a crap on my floor. 

I, Queen of Irony.

*Dat prolly aineven Chinese. Choops. Bought that a years ago out of impulse and zomgAsian!!! in my zomgAsian!!!! ignoramus days at a Black Friday sale. Also, there’s a framed picture of Legolas on my wall.

Sometimes I like being alone. I’m pretty sure that’s not wrong?

I love people, but I think that I love being with myself a bit more. 

Introversion seems to be a terrible thing in society’s eyes. 

You have to be overly sociable and talkative. If not, something’s wrong with you. 

Being alone feels like a peaceful escape. I can think clearer about things and where I want to go in life. (I mean, I want to fall-in-love and get married later on in life … but, yeah …)

I think I’m “in-the-doghouse” with a few friends over this. Sometimes I can go for a month without talking to them (especially over summer break). I don’t know how to explain this to them, really. Hope it doesn’t seem as if I’m using them and losing them whenever I feel like it. 

Ugh, I always have bad luck with any club/organization meatspace or online…

Getting members/followers/what-have-you is slow, participation is rare …

This is a sign that I should probably let someone else do the driving while I stay behind the curtains or something.

I mean, I’m absolutely boring as a person, so that probably explains that bit.