oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effie and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity
- me: wow i finally understand math
- moves on to next question
- me: what the hell is this
my friend kimberley forgot how to spell laughing so she said yay attacks.
my mom was carrying her ipad and a piece of pizza but she stumbled and dropped her ipad on the floor but held tight to her pizza and i’m so glad i know where my priorities come from
i was thinking to myself like maaan the brain is pretty amazing and then i realised it was my brain telling me to think that, what a cocky asshole.