May 2013
bonehatter:
espeonchan:
it’s been 2013 for almost half a year what the FUCK
I hate when people don’t understand my sarcasm they ruin everything
imnotocake:
do you ever just want to redecorate your bedroom and change your hair and all your clothes and completely reinvent yourself but then realise it takes time and money then retreat to your bed and hate who you are
keatchi:
itssofluffy-im-gonna-die:
h4te:
i want to go on a shopping trip where i am the only one in the shopping mall and everything i want is free
that’s called night robbery
so be it
abbyecat:
mountincest:
lovemetoinfinity:
fatdough:
rewind-and-restart:
mountincest:
school doesnt even test your intelligence it tests your memory
it tests my patience
it tests my ability to hold my pee
it tests my ability to keep calm and not slap a bitch
whoa
Oh
thewaythecrowflies:
do you ever get excited to just curl up in your bed in all your blankets and go to sleep because i sure as hell do
every single night
April 2013
beautemillesimee:
I don’t want to learn in a classroom anymore. I want to travel and talk to people and learn that way. I want to learn as I go, gathering knowledge and not being rigorously tested on it. I don’t want to lose passion in the things I like because of the worry of exams. I want to fuelled by snippets of knowledge I gain from people and be inquisitive. School has stolen my passion...
harrysthefather:
my parents literally never gave me the sex talk they just sent me to public school
You will be stupid. You will worry your parents. You will question your own...
– Ira Glass (via sadexistences)
zeram:
maozedung:
homework? decent grades? the bible said adam and eve not adam and achieve
i almost spit everywhere
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.