"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".
- Me when I joined Tumblr: How do I start using this thing
- Me now: How do I stop using this thing
You are English.
You want to visit New Zealand.
You can’t sit down on the grass without making a daisy chain.
You play guitar.
Your parents are still together.
You have been heartbroken before.
You can speak more than one language.
You’ve been called weird before.
You somehow always end up wearing odd socks.
You’re a champion procrastinator.
You hated science.
You frequently stare into space without realising.
You hardly ever cry.
Your shyness holds you back sometimes.
You’re a Christian.
You’re scared of the unknown.
You have a myspace but hardly ever use it.
You write music.
You can’t dance to save your life.
You love summer dresses.
Your birthday is in mid August.
You blog frequently.
You love wearing band t-shirts with converses.
You usually don’t use your free time very productively.
You’re good at spelling.
You’re bad at mental maths.
You hate horror movies.
You wear eyeliner pretty much everyday without fail.
You don’t do enough exercise.
You still enjoy playing Sims computer games.
You love catching trains.
You want to visit Italy.
You used to have braces.
You refuse to smoke.
You always have a constant supply of ibuprofen in case you get headaches.
You used to get nosebleeds all the time.
You’re a night owl.
You’re at your worst in the morning.
You love The Little Mermaid.
You should be doing homework right now.
You are 15 years old.
You don’t really like to watch TV.
You aren’t fat, but you want to weigh less.
You are self conscious.
You have trust issues.
You are close with your mother.
You would sleep in everyday if you could.
You buy way too many clothes.
You’re a facebook addict.
You have been best friends with your best friend forever.
You aren’t very athletic.
You like high school football.
You can sing alright.
Hello Kitty=love :)
You’re normally pretty happy.
You cry easily.
You get mad easily.
You always have head aches.
You love electric blankets.
Forever 21 is your favorite store.
You hate spending money, but you always want to buy things.
You hate living in the country.
You get your feelings hurt very easily.
Christmas is your favorite holiday.
Rap and country are your genre of music.
Your butt is really big.
You have super curly hair.
You hate pizza.
You were born in Pittsburgh.
You have 1 little sister.
You love fashion.
Glitter is your favorite.
Your nails are always painted.
You’re normally pretty quiet.
You hate opening up to people.
You aren’t really a fan of girls.
You enjoy taking walks.
You love to be tan.
You wish you could live at the beach.
You can’t cook at all.
You aren’t a very good swimmer.
You have a pink laptop.
You wish you could be a model.
You kind of have a jealousy issue.
You have chosen some pretty bad friends in the past.
You love wearing dresses.
You hate hate hate getting your hopes up and then it doesn’t happen.
You’re pretty much scared of everything.
You love to cuddle.
You’re not very good at school.
You love roller coasters.
You’re not really an animal person.
Jesus is my saviour.
I am Canadian.
I am finished high school.
I play guitar.
I write my own songs.
I love watching YouTube videos.
I work in a coffee shop.
My best friends are my cousins.
I have two brothers.
I have one sister.
I love wearing quirky t-shirts.
I have two cats.
I have a dog.
I collect beanie babies.
My favourite color is blue.
My favourite number is somewhere between 15 and 20.
I think too much.
I have seen everything that has ever been posted on FailBlog.
My room is covered in random posters and memories.
I have curly hair.
My favorite letters are L and Q.
My favorite animal is the chipmunk.
Music is incredibly important to me.
I don’t know what to do with my life.
I wish I could play the piano.
Chocolate is amazing.
I could eat pizza every day and not get sick of it.
I can see beauty in everything, even if the world thinks it’s ugly.
I have an average body.
I generally like how I look.
I have never tried drugs.
I have never been drunk.
I love indie music.
I am very artistic.
I love video games.
I love Converse hi-tops.
I still play Neopets on occassion…
My name starts with a K.
I like my middle name.
One of my best friends is of the opposite gender.
I love reading.
I hate peas.
I have at least 10 collections of random things.
I hate shopping for clothes.
I love watching movies, especially comedies.
I don’t own a cell phone.
One of my favorite bands is one that few people have heard of.
I don’t like salad.
It takes me less than a half an hour to get ready in the mornings.
I have blue eyes.
I live in a small town.
I have been in several bands.
I am a master procrastinator.
I always fall for someone that can make me laugh.
I get along well with my parents.
I am really interested in these tag posts so here is another
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People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers” your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am.
You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.
i’m into really low commitment hangouts like lying on the floor near each other or falling asleep together or falling into an endless void together
How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.
Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.
If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:
“You look so healthy!” is a great one.
Or how about, “you’re looking so strong.”
“I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”
Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.
Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.
Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.
Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.
Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.
Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.
Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.
Teach your daughter how to cook kale.
Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.
Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.
Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.
Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul."