so is this new Wes dude basically just the Zim to Danny’s Dib?
girl comics vol. 2 #1 | art by amanda conner
Can we just talk about how She Hulk is basically my inspiration?
to be fair to you, i am only slightly better at comforting people than wanda is…so really, i should probably stop trying. I hope things pick up for you, I wish i knew what to say to help.
find me a rich man to marry
stillmanlierthanyou replied to your post “Everything here is making me feel like even more shit so I’m just…”
ahhh, I’m sorry, friend, that was the opposite of what I was trying to do. I can like, not comment on your personal posts as a general rule if you want
no, no. i like your input on things, don’t worry. i’m just in a crazy sensitive mood.
Everything here is making me feel like even more shit so I’m just gonna log off for awhile.
The progression of Molly and Wolverine in Runaways Volume 3 #10
the point is, if they’re not willing to consider your feelings after being told repeatedly, then maybe you need different friends.
It has nothing to do with my feelings. Say I’m looking at clothing with a friend of mine— going shopping for pants or something— and I see a pair that is 35 bucks or whatever. I’m not buying them for me, my friend is buying them for themselves. I say “that’s pretty expensive” they say “no it’s not”
Well, NO, it’s not. Not to them. It’s their money they’re spending— not mine. So why should they take my feelings into consideration with that? I still feel like shit because I know I’d never be able to spend that much on a pair of jeans all willy-nilly, right?
Also, I live in a very, VERY small town. There is no way for me to find new friends.
upper middle class seems pretty fuckin’ rich when you’re hungry and literally living on ramen, dude. and I definitely cared about my friends having a car when I couldn’t get to work without one because the buses changed, and lost my job and home.
Yes, but I’m an 18 year old kid still living at home and is in highschool and living in a very small town.
I’m talking about me, here. I’m not you. I very rarely get to rant about my own life, so…
can I just do that, please?