Swan Song →
richi3f: Short story by Angela Brett. wow, really good.
That shitty feeling you get
when you’re disappointed in yourself, and yet, pissed off at the world.
Send us a blindfold, send us a blade Tell the survivors help is on the way I...– “Blindness” by Metric
It's the first fucking week
It’s week 1 in the second partial, on my fourth semester, in high school, or what I’ve come to know as hell. I know nothing about everything. I’ve got unbelievable amounts of homework. I hate everything and everyone. I feel stupid, because I don’t know a lot of things I should, and contagious, because the level of stupidity I feel is so great, I think people might fucking...
I always feel that whatever I’m doing, I’m doing something wrong....– MeMy mind
As I’m listening to Radiohead’s King of Limbs I’ve figured out something. When you listen to a new album for the first time, you sort of know when the song changes, but it all feels like one big song. The second time you listen to it, you start to be able to make a difference between songs, and you start having an idea of how long the album is. The third time you listen to it,...
Today was boring. I wanted to go sleep. I wanted to go home. I remembered that there’s still more than a year left of school, not just “3 more hours” as a classmate said. Apparently I’m the only one that sees “the time left” like that. And you can’t choose to forget it. I’m tired of everything. After doing some out-fucking-standing...
REBLOG If you Speak Spanish/Spanglish (:
When your favorite TV show is about to start
brokenstringsss: So true.
"Biology = study of life"
I’ve got some last minute info for biologists and biology and everyone: Life Sucks.
That awkward moment
thatawkwardmoment: when you try to play hide and seek with Darth Vader but you can hear him breathing. I would like to play hide and seek with Darth Vader.
Valentines Day Sucks but
At least I got a hug today
Insanity is knowing that what you’re doing is completely idiotic, but...– Elizabeth Wurtzel
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.– Edgar Allan Poe