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I can’t sleep someone tell me a story

I grew up thinking eminem was my uncle for no valid reason and when I realized he wasn’t I was so shocked

I thought every single person in my family had the middle name Erik, everyone, regardless of gender. The fact that my middle name is NOT Erik did not manage to clue me in to the fact that I might be wrong

I used to think football players just had oddly shaped heads and didn’t realize they were helmets. I think I thought they were different species or something.

When I was in kindergarten it was hard for me to socialize and have friends and because my sister’s weren’t born yet, I was a very lonely child for a while. So to compensate I used to get my box of hair accessories out, set each and every one of these mother fuckers out on a table end to end:

And tell my mom they were my friends. I would talk to them and play with them as if they were Barbie dolls. I also was learning numbers in school and I remember certain numbers had personalities and some had grudges against each other like the number 6 felt left out and was bullied by 9 etc.

When I was in kindergarten I also didn’t have a lot of friends and I gave both of my hands personalities and made them talk to each other 😂

OMG same here! Except, for some reason, I based their gender on the placement of one of my elementary schools’ bathrooms. The girl was right and the boy was left. And I’m sad to say that I had an extreme bias towards the “girl” hand. No matter what it did, or what happened to it, I always twisted it in a way that it could benefit. Eventually this dichotomy reached the entire sides of my body. I’d be lying if I said a part of my mind didn’t still kept this up today.

Now for another story! I remember one day I emptied all my change from my piggy bank to count before I went to school. I didn’t have the time to out it all back, so I hid it under my pillow. When I came back it was all gone. And it wasn’t a couple of cents either, it was a crapton of spare change I collected! I was convinced by Opposite Day logic, that the Tooth Fairy stole all my money. And the wench didn’t even bother to leave any teeth behind. >:( I still hold a grudge against her to this day.