June 2013
- -waiting for brother to get out of the shower-
- -hears him singing-
- me: will you quit singing?
- brother: what?
- me: QUIT SINGING. IT'S LAME
- brother: WOMAN
- brother: WHEN I'M IN THE SHOWER, TWO THINGS GET TO BE FREE
- brother: MY BALLS
- brother: AND MY SOUL
if you think having thick hair is a blessing youre wrong
woman he loves” — Greg Behrendt (via darlingrachel)
I want to grow up not because i hate my parents or want to get out of home but because i want the freedom to do tiny things like decided what furniture goes in my house and what colour the walls are and if i should go out at night rather than stay in doing work for once I want to decide what music to play in my own home while i’m cooking or cleaning and how loud it is. I want to experience the world without a barrier and to be able to express who i am through the little details.
Not the immature type, but silly. The ones that aren’t afraid to act silly or goofy even if he’s embarrassing himself. The ones that does the stupidest things just to make you laugh. I’d rather stick around with them instead of the ones that have to keep his cool all the time and is really boring.