to take a pic of myself where I don’t look like a pale asshole
I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it
My new life theme song. Replacing firework.
Poetry class similes and metaphors
My group came up with these gems: Elevator music is like a clusterfuck of monotony. The moon hung in the sky like an elephant’s flaccid member. Orgasm is a box of crayola crayons.
You need to see this to believe it →
posting on sakai drunk
Tomorrow. I could stay up all night and study (aka watch Strangers with Candy and surf the net) or I could sleep and wake up early to actually study. It’s gonna be number two!
09n19: Strangers with Candy, 1999
When you're having a good time, and someone you...
I feel horrible and sad and trapped in this place. Alone and overcrowded at the same time.
how am i
supposed to give this research proposal when I can’t make eye contact. I am going to fail. omg and my breath stinks.
Not on tumblr
For 3 entire days. I’ve missed so much omg. So I have a corneal ulcer in my eye! omg totes love it. Hopefully not going blind. Tomorrow is d-day.