“…because nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff… Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff.’ Which is just not a good insult at all. Like, ‘you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness’.”—John Green (via amandabrollercoaster)
This is on a bus back from camp. I’m thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four other dudes I hadn’t met yet, running around all summer, getting into trouble. It turned out it would be me and just one girl. That’s you. And we’re…
In response to Soapbox #1, I wanted to say something awesome and inspiring, but I'm not very good at gathering my thoughts for people to actually read... Just know you'll have one follower that reads and cares :) ~Mira
Where to start. I guess at the beginning. I made this blog so that when I didn’t have anybody to share unimportant things I found interesting with, I could put them here. I’m still new to the concept and it seems a little weird to post something and have no proof anybody cares or heard it, but honestly, no different than reality.
A lot of the time, I find myself in a room full of people and a head full of thoughts and nobody caring enough to listen, I mean I know I can have strange interests (video games, comic books, women) but it’s as if nobody relates. Like, why not when no one listens?
At least here, it’s like I’m talking to my computer.
Irish Poker is a good idea that becomes a bad idea hours later. You see, this was the first time I was introduced to such a drinking game and by the end of it I had more than I ever intended. Was it fun? Yes. Do I wish I had the day off? Absolutely.