do you ever just want to grab someone in one of your classes
and pull their face close and whisper
“I am ten times smarter than you will ever be, your opinions are both ill-informed and unoriginal, the career path you are headed on is so overdosed with barely competent imbeciles like you that you will be incapable of finding a job, and incidentally your shoes are clashing with your outfit in a way that cannot even be called deliberately bad. so shut. the. fuck. up.”
MY ENTIRE MAJOR HELLO
This song is so dirty but it’s my favoriteeee.
still my jam 5ever
Don’t Trust the B—— in Apartment 23, It’s a Miracle
I went into this whole thing with the idea of not giving a fuck. You’re nice and cute and funny enough but I didn’t see it turning into anything serious. You’re not exactly my type. But I enjoyed your company well enough and it was nice to have someone to have fun with, for once.To not be challenged every five minutes and wake up every morning with a pit in my stomach. But I never confused that with happiness or infatuation or real, legitimate intimacy.
For someone who was trying not to give a fuck, I’m a lot happier now, being with you, than I thought I would be. I never tire of your bad jokes or the way you kiss me. Future or not, I’m happy. Genuinely happy.
But herein lies the issue: history has taught me that I am not lovable or worthwhile. You will find something wrong with me. You will get bored. I’m honestly surprised you haven’t yet. Maybe I’m just good at keeping you occupied. But we have a whole month of not seeing each other for you to find a reason to bow out of this. I know I can’t hold you to the same standards as everyone else, but I can’t help but freak out a little. When history has already taught me what your actions will be, how can I do anything else?
It was a lot easier back when I didn’t give a fuck.
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (2005)
Gay Perry is my spirit animal. I love this movie so much.
carry me my wayward sons
fuck this show I’m so damn done
such an ache inside my chest
time to cry some more
my body is but a
tomb to house a dying soul.
shards of broken dreams turned
to nails keep my coffin
reality means to bury me.