You sing along to Panic At The Disco or you hop out of my car and walk
by Fall Out Boy
if you don’t understand why this is funny, I don’t think I can explain it to you.
by Panic! At The Disco
i will reblog this every time
I worked with a lady that came into work one day with no hair. No one mentioned it, no one talked about it. She was wearing a bandana so we all knew she was bald.
But I have ADD, and not so great control of my impulsiveness. Finally, near the end of the night I asked. “So… can I ask, what happened to your hairs?”
She smiled and hugged me. I was the only person with the cajones to ask. “My best friend is pregnant, already has a 4 yr old, and was diagnosed with cancer, and her boyfriend left her because it was too much. So I’ve been helping her out, being supportive. And I promised her if she started losing her hair I would shave my head too.”
“Last night she called me, crying because her hair was falling out in clumps. I told her I’d be there in 10 minutes. She shaved me first, then I her.”
It’s the most supportive thing she could think to do.
I just started crying.
tumblr made me a much more tolerant and less judgmental person like my cousin be like “omg look at that bitch eyebrows she drew them damn near in her hairline” and i’m like shrug maybe the bitch wanted to have eyebrows in her hairline you don’t know shit about her life.
sometimes people try to say that my family must hate me for wearing dresses. today my sister said “when you get your wages you could buy so many new clothes. maybe new jeans. will you get new dresses?” and i said yeah and she said “cool. you should probably buy new socks too.”
they don’t care what i do as long as i’m happy. stop assuming shit you park bench. go away lmao
Fuckin park bench, i’m dying