Wilbur Soot Writes For The Diabetic Girlies

Thinking about him again

Matt 😔😔😔😔

those pictures with that damn toothpick 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

make the most of me baby - don't spit me out; this is how dirty girls get clean

love her sm

sometimes i forget i'm trying to be a mysterious hot girl and reveal my true nature - a ditzy fangirl with no idea what is happening :(

my allure isn't as great when i'm coloring in a kids coloring book while i force you to watch the new surprise the triplets posted

How is it fair that buying 5 things that cost $10 means I’ve spent $50? I DONT HAVE THAT!! I’m just a girl and I just want to get cute clothes and now I’m spending $100?!?

"You can't be a lurker on tumblr." Yes, you absolutely can. I've been quietly reblogging things since 2014 and I haven't interacted with anyone in years.

hi besties!!! this next monday will be my exam in mr.k’s class. that means after monday i won’t be returning to his class again :((((

despite despite despite

we have what was, and today i have more to talk about.

okay so i think i already talked about how he checks in on me when i miss a day of school, which is frequent due to disabilities of mine. but he’s also very, shall i say, forgiving. he has told me, because i only have two classes and won’t be coming on friday for first period exams, that he isn’t going to mark an absence for the time post-exam for studying. which sounds dumb but the conversation went something like

me: so i don’t have a first period so i just don’t come in on friday?

k: mhm, but if you don’t come in i’ll have to mark you absent…

me: oh…so do i have to come in?

k: we’ll im telling you i’ll just mark you absent

me: …okay…i don’t think i’m picking up the subtext

k: whispering im not marking it as an absence!

then it clicked!

a little while later, i didn’t have work to do, (which btw he never stops telling me how remarkable and amazing my grade is :3) i was reading. and with zero shame i’ll admit i’m a kindle reader. something about it is so motivating to actually read. i’m currently reading black ties and white lies im nearly 50% in and so far it’s alright. mr.k walks up, literally from no where like a fucking ghoul, and starts asking what i’m reading, boarder-line interrogation. (important to note, i was wearing noise canceling headphones, and actively reading a page with filthy filthy words. ) this man is a science teacher, who has admitted to having dropped out of school in his 9th grade and taking a GED course. he HATES reading. and king won’t stop asking about my damn book.

in hindsight i think he must’ve caught a few words from over my shoulder, it is a jarring catch when you pass by a book full of the most sinful snippets. any how, he inevitably gives up as i avoid questions because, y’know, im reading p0rn. he just ends up asking if it’s good, and if he should give it a read.

face, completely beet red. god the thought of him sitting down and reading the words my eyes glaze over and get addicted to is mortifying.

i obviously said “meh, kinda boring” !!!!!!! i lower my eyes to words like “throbbing”, “whine”, and much worse. BORING IS THE LAST WORD ID USE!!!!!!

he makes me dizzy.

i need his hairy, bear body crushing mine as he pounds me thx 🎀