I think my blog exists pretty much just to document the slow but sure degeneration of my psychological state
i pretend i dont care but deep down i really still dont care
turgle: not texting back is only okay when I do it
what they say: i just have to unplug the internet for a few seconds
what i hear: we're turning off life support
Can you imagine Sokka's parenting?
Sokka's son: Dad, my girlfriend just broke up with me. What do I do?
Sokka: Son, my first girlfriend died and became the moon.
Zuko: That's rough, buddy.