A window into the inner workings of the mind of a Pastafarian fangirl from Tokyo.I'll reblog anything I find that I like.
Love to you all!
Slytherin PRIIIIDDDDEEE!!!!
My dad, who only sees me around four hours every day, decided that I need to be more stressed about my college plans and grades and standardized test scores, and has started to actively, purposefully contribute to that stress. Even when I try to explain to him how I’m trying to get good scores on the tests, he accuses me of always having a backhanded comeback and making shit up for the sake of arguing. Just because I try not to show my everyday stress because it makes me feel like I’m not in control of myself, much of which he inadvertently contributes to anyway, doesn’t mean that I need him to judge and criticize my academics every time he speaks to me.
When I try to read or write anything over summer vacation
When you overhear someone insulting a show you worked on
You’re like
When someone says that theatre people can be a little crazy
You’re like
omfg i’m crying at the latest episode of Got because daenerys is listening to this guy and she’s so tired of his bullshit and she looks directly at the camera like she’s in an Office episode
(via johannamasons)
