I really think I should warn people that I’m a dork, nerd, and awkward before we become better friends so when I do something that might seem weird, awkward, or dumb they won’t freak out as much.
Trying to wrap my head around the fact that my grandpa has women lined up waiting for their date with him while I have no guys even looking my way.
I’m just gonna stop trying to help my family. They never listen to what I have to say and just dismiss it as nothing and meaningless. Because what I have to say doesn’t apply to the situation and I don’t know what I’m talking about.
Genius, am I right?
(Source: sherlock-pottering-in-the-tardis, via adventuresonpaper)
| Tessa: | They're not hideous. |
| Will: | What? |
| Tessa: | Gideon and Gabriel. They're really quite good looking, not hideous at all. |
| Will: | I spoke, of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls. |
| Tessa: | And what colour do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale? |
| Will: | Mauve. |
That moment when you post something and realize you used the wrong word that sounded the same, but people have already seen it…yeah.
2) Rowena Clark and I had met on the first day of our mixed media class. I’d sat down at her table and said, “Mind if I join you? Figure the best way to learn about art is to sit with a masterpiece.” Maybe I was in love, but I was still Adrian Ivashkov.
Rowena had fixed…
(via fictionalcharacterrehab)