My nose goes on its weekly regular run every Sunday without fail.

Much to my dismay.

No seriously.

They meow back.

(Source: tokyonights)

I have to arrange my dollar bills in the order of size. Small at the front, big towards the back.

I categorize my clothes by color, followed by gradient (light to dark).

The books on my shelves are lined according to height.

But when it comes to my table and my bed I’m like:

But I believe in love at first sight.

And apparently it speeds up the rate of balding.

I’m seriously contemplating getting headphones just so I can reduce my fingers’ accessibility to my crowning glory.

Yep.

Now I crackship him with Aragorn.

Wrong me gravely once, all is forgotten, forgiven and I’m more than ready wipe the slate clean.

Do it a second time, however, it shows that the person isn’t the least bit sincere about changing their ways.

If Karma doesn’t get them, I will.

It’s not even the “not doing research” part that gets me. Do whatever you want, it’s not my place to butt in. But when people end up regretting a decision they’ve made and start complaining/whining/bitching or they end up dragging others down as a result, then basically:

Reap what you sow, y’know. (~3~)

I must have background music because too much silence gets to me. My top 3 occasions to play songs are:

• In the shower

• In the kitchen when I’m cooking

• In my room when I’m studying.

Using the word ‘gay’ as a derogatory term.

I understand that it’s a common double standard, like how people tend to associate ‘girl’ with weak or cowardly. (re: “You’re such a girl”).

But when you think about it, it’s just as ridiculous as going “Ew, you’re so straight!”