Nerdy Things

amy elise. nerdfighter. writer. fangirl. dreamer. teacher. coffee addict. grammar snob. disney princess. soul cyster.



can u imagine cooking mama in smash tho, she’d be a total beast whipping around frying pans and throwing around onions and her FS would be her getting mad like when you fuck up a recipe and flames grow around her and eventually engulf the entire stage


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7:49 am



Why did Stan Lee make a cameo in The Princess Diaries 2? Was this foreshadowing Disney buying Marvel? Is Princess Mia going to be an Avenger? So many questions


In case you thought I was joking

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11:25 pm

Here we are again. 4 in the morning, and I can’t sleep. But I’m not just thinking about him this time. I’m thinking about everything I’ve done to everyone I love, and how and why I always end up driving those people away. I guess it’s just because I’m unloveable. I feel so worthless and unworthy of being loved, I don’t understand how anyone puts up with me. It must be so draining to constantly tell me I’m not a burden or a disappointment or a nuisance, especially when I really am. I’m sorry, everyone. I’m a failure, and I’m an awful person. I’m a terrible daughter, a selfish friend, a bitchy sister, and a bitter hag. I’m so sorry if I’ve caused any of you any inconvenience or trouble in the time I’ve known you. I’m sorry.

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4:07 am
I know a lot of creative people and perhaps by correlation I know a lot of people who struggle with depression. They have told me (and they’ve told the world) how depression sits there, implacable, and drains the color out of the world until no success or joy matters. I believe them, and it becomes increasingly evident that no matter who you are or what you’ve achieved, that depression is a good liar and can make you believe none of it matters.
I know and love too many people with depression to believe that it’s something that’s shameful to talk about or to acknowledge. I want them alive and I want them here with us. If you have depression I want you alive and here with us. Don’t let the moment take you. Don’t be afraid to get help. The people who love you want you here. Believe it.

John Scalzi

No matter what problems you are dealing with, we want to help you find a reason to keep living. By calling 1-800-273-TALK (8255) you’ll be connected to a skilled, trained counselor at a crisis center in your area, anytime 24/7.

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That you are here; that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

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10:21 pm

"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world."

Robin Williams ( July 21st 1951 - August 11th 2014)

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10:18 pm


The number of high profile deaths recently relating back to addiction and mental health issues is absolutely devastating; those struggling should be met with kindness and understanding, not stigma and hate.

For anyone out there battling demons such as these, know that you are not alone and you deserve to be helped and to be loved.  

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does anyone else feel like they just lost their favourite uncle

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10:07 pm

Aaaaaaannndd as if my life wasn’t fucked up and stressful enough already, I GOT MY PERIOD FOUR DAYS EARLY. fuck this shit. I’m so fucking done.

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4:00 am

Last Person That:
Slept in your bed besides you? Nobody else sleeps in my bed.
Saw you cry?: Mama. We cried together.
You went to the movies with? Suzie and Steph. Fucking HTTYD2.
You went out to dinner with? My parents and siblings.
You talked on the phone to? Mama.
Made you laugh? Probably one of my siblings.

Would You Rather:
Pierce your nose or your tongue? Ewww neither.
Be serious or be funny? Depends.
Drink whole or skimmed milk? Skim.
Die in a fire or drowning? Drown.
Spend time with your parent(s) or enemies? My parents.

Are You?:

Simple or complicated? Mostly simple.
Straight, gay or bisexual? Straight.
Tall or short? Short.
Right handed or left handed? Right.
A lover of music or a lover of books? If I had to pick just one, books.

Do You Prefer?:
Flowers or sweets? Sweets.
Grey or black? Gah… Black.
Colour photos or black-and-white photos? Depends on the subject of the photos.
Sunrise or sunset? Sunrise.
M&Ms or Skittles? M&Ms.
Staying up late or waking up early? Depends on my plans.
Sun or moon? Hmm… Moon.
Winter or Autumn? Autumn.
10 acquaintances or 2 best friends? 2 Besties.
Rainy or sunny? Rainy.
Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? Vanilla.
Vodka or Jack? Vodka.

About You:
What time is it? 11:15 PM
Name? Amy Elise.
Nicknames? Ami/Ame (only by my family), Bestie, Ugly.
When is your birthday? 1/16/92
What do you want? alksdjfalsjdflasj
How many kids do you want? 3-5
What would you name a girl?: Annalise Lynne.
What would you name a boy? Leo or Eliot. Not exactly sure.
You want to get married? Eventually, but nobody’s going to want to marry me.
What kind of music do you like? Anything I’m in the mood for.

Nervous habits? I chew my fingers, bite my cheeks, my leg shakes like it’s the epicenter of an earthquake, and I play with my hair.
Are you double-jointed? Not really.
Can you roll your tongue? Yes.
Can you raise one eyebrow? Nah.
Can you cross your eyes? Yeah, but it hurts my head.

Which shoe goes on first? Whichever one I grab first.
Ever thrown something at someone? Loads of time.
On average, how much money do you carry with you? Between $1-$15.
What jewelry do you wear? My claddagh, my HOPE ring, my cartilage stud, some bracelets depending on my mood, earrings, and a necklace. 
Do you twirl or cut spaghetti? Twirl.
Have you ever eaten Spam? Ew no.
How many kinds of cereal are in your cupboard? Currently, probably 2.
Can you cook? I’m basically the only one who cooks anymore in my house.


Alcoholic beverage? A rum and Wild Cherry Pepsi.
Car ride? When I went to get dinner last night.
Song played? "Come to California" by Ron Pope.
Person you saw? Daddy.
Time you cried? Friday.
Fight? This evening.

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11:29 pm

It’s 4 in the fucking morning and I still can’t sleep. I’m exhausted but I just can’t fall asleep. And no matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about him. My mind always drifts back to him. I’ve done everything I could think of, but nothing seems to be working. I’m totally wiped, but my body refuses to sleep. Nothing I do works. Oh, God I’m sick of sleeping alone.

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