I am completely blagging this coursework. It says I should scientifically explain why the parachute reached terminal velocity or something? Erm, I don’t know. So I’m just gonna ramble on about Newtons laws or something similar. I hate physics so much, ergh, can’t stand it. Like, the forces and shit are there, why are we still wondering about them? Let the forces just chill there. Bloody hell.
I am so fat, and I am going to end up like this woman, because my diet is a complete fuckery. This West African jollof lifestyle is not helping, and I’m angry at myself for succumbing to the call of that fiery orange rice. I need to lose weight, because I’m the fat friend, and this has to bloody change, because it’s getting annoying. I don’t wanna hear no self motivation stuff, because although you mean well, I won’t believe you, nor will I take it in, and I wouldn’t want you wasting your breath. Or your kinetic energy while typing. Whatever. But yeah, I’m the fat friend and I need to lose weight, because not only am I the fat friend, but I am just fat, by anybody’s standards. Anyway, you’re probably reading this, thinking ‘aw you’re not fat’ but I am. Your nice self is just programmed to churn out thoughts of loveliness, that’s all. Your positivity is blinding, because I, my dear, am fat. Toodles for now,.
I find it quite funny that people come on Tumblr to be real and open, yet it’s probably one of the most artificial places I’ve been on.
Everybody’s so perfectly airbrushed and we reblog pictures of these unrealistically beautiful girls and photos of clothes that you know you can’t get in a shop, like anywhere – let alone down Oxford Street or something.
We say things that we wouldn’t think to say outside of this cyber world and we blog pictures of the dumbest things that nobody would comprehend in ‘real life’.