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So, I’m pretty weird and.. I get very sad, very easily. So once I’m happy, or have any reason to be excited, I’m goddamned excited! Now some people think this is more of the negative side of me. And I honestly don’t see it. I mean isn’t that great? That I actually appreciate stuff and I show that I do? Yes, I’m pretty loud. And yes, pretty annoying. But I mean come on. I grew up with two older sister where one of them spent half their time in the hospital while the other one at a therapist’s office. A dad that was so drunk he could barely stand a mother who had her hand stuffed with taking care of two children who was in big need of help. What do you expect? 

If I see a cute dog I’m gonna be a goddamned girl about it and let out cries of happiness. If I eat something that taste good I’m gonna let out very sexual noises and probably do a fucking good looking happy dance. I’m gonna obsess over bands I like, books I read and movies I watch. I’m gonna talk about them, at least five times before I realize I’ve already told you that story four times. 

Okay, pause. Let’s just take a minute to appreciate http://pooftorrent.tumblr.com/ who actually chooses to be with me. Man, there’s something wrong with her. 

Cause that’s me. I’m the girl who will show you her favorite part of a song three times in a row. I’m gonna read you book quotes that I think are funny and I’m gonna tell you meaningless facts about meaningless things. I’m gonna laugh til’ my stomachs got a six pack coming on. And, maybe sometimes that will annoy the shit out of you and I realize that. But, is it really that negative that I’m happy? That you don’t have to do something that big to make me smile? That it’s enough with a silly face to make me crack up? That just seeing a cute dog will make my day a good one? Isn’t that pretty great? 
So to the people who tells their friend to stop laughing, or, “you’ve already told me that like five times.” Just listen. Even if they have told you that like five times. Is it really that hard to hear it one more time if it makes them happy? 

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers   (via insighttothesoul)

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