so. I fucked up my background. But I will just have to deal with that tomorrow after I take the SAT. UGH THE SAT. I hate my life. Goodnight.
breaking-the-waves asked: I am really happy I discovered your blog.
I’ll tell you why we love post modernism so much. It’s because it’s comforting. Mostly to the people who are tired of giving a shit. It’s a poetic way of saying “Fuck this” and “Fuck that”. It makes everything that was once important seem completely uninteresting, ineffective and inconsequential. It’s nice in a way. A bit nihilistic and...
God, i’m so tired. physically and mentally. and in all other ways a person can be tired. i don’t wanna see junaid tomorrow. i dont wanna be sad with him.
A little backstory to this clip before you watch it: Will Smith’s father abandoned him and his mother when he was a child, and when Will was finally getting into show business and making a name for himself, he tried to snake his way back into his life like nothing happened. Will co-wrote this episode, and James Avery (Uncle Phil) said “this scene was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to shoot in...
An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don’t know why they choose him and...– William Faulkner, 1956 Paris Review interview ( Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be artists.)
i want to go to extremes but i know it wouldnt solve anything. its just a bit earth shattering to realize you are the loneliest person in the world.
HAHAHAHA there are two guys sitting in front of me laughing their asses off about nothing and its making me laugh and I’m so afraid to get in trouble hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha my life just sucks.
cynicalandnaiive asked: don't be sad please.
About twice a year I make myself laugh when I’m writing.– Calvin Trillin (via theparisreview)
Jeans today! YAY!
Thank God for everything.
“love when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely.” when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely. when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely. when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely.
I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep professors busy for...– James Joyce, (Ulysses) (via agaiolaaberta)
sleep is hard and mornings are hard. is there anything that won’t be hard?– am I a douche for quoting myself?
fuck it, fuck it, fuck it! IM SO FUCKING FRUSTRATED AND UPSET I DONT FUCKING KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY SELF. UGHHHHH FUCKKKKK
holy fuck im so tired. i wanna go home.
i think its gunna be a while until i can wear jeans again because these burns are killing me. gahhhh why do i do this shit to myselffffff.
note to self: if you’re gunna burn yourself, dont fucking do it eight times in one day ‘cause showering with that shit is too fucking painful.
It isn’t really what I think. It’s what I see. I see something, then I see it...– Bill Cunningham on pattern recognition and his “On The Street” column (via austinkleon)
“you shouldn’t do that” “yeah well… there’s a lot of things I shouldn’t do that I do anyway.”
you have to
no i dont
I need to stop prostituting my life on tumblr.
When I was much younger, I promised myself I would never: smoke cigarettes drink alcohol starve myself wear makeup get high fall in love yell at my parents say ‘fuck’ cry over anyone’s death. well… so much for all that.
I am a paradox.
I think I might be over everyone and everything but I have a feeling that’s all going to change tomorrow. We’ll see.
jesuisperdu: nirvana - in bloom
waterproof eyeliner my ass. that shit smeared all over my face like a van gohg painting.
Where am I? April rain sounds but no words speed of light thoughts burns
i dont wanna do it anymore.
Last Summer head up against the car window I’ve forgotten the name but I remember the feeling
What I need to do: college essays, colleges applications, extended essay, history internal assessment, biology packets, shitloads of math homework, study for the SAT, etc…. What I am doing: moping around. (time to say goodbye to the hardworking child of yesterweek, and give a warm welcome back to the depressed procrastinator)
ahgd replied to your post: Cigarettes trigger the sorrow without the tears…. Anything I say would be redundant, unhelpful and irritating. So here’s a comment of affection. ♥ ♥ ♥
high school is a huge waste of my time.
Cigarettes trigger the sorrow without the tears. Gives me the apathy of old age but awareness of youth, and I miss you grandma. I thought of you in the shower and my knees gave in, and I bet you were looking down at me thinking, “You’re showering to get rid of the smell, aren’t you? To wash away the guilt. You are always carrying around so much guilt.” and it’s true,...
We are The Official Manufacturing Company. We have the necessary documents. We...– Mathew, Fritz, and Jeremy of the ACE Hotel, Portland
Only blue talk and love, Remember how we knew love was here to stay?– Earth, Wind & Fire
I really want colleges to think I’m badass, in the sense that I’m open minded, honest and apathetic in a philisophical way. At the same time, I don’t want them to think I’m a menace to society… How do I write a badass essay without making myself seem like a real badass?
cynicalandnaiive: “sunlight stars and shines through the stained glass of my mind. source: you if words were feelings, you would understand, But I fear you cannot see my love for you blossomingbloomingbluntly bared. for your strength and laughing smile, and the freckles on your dimples the skin around your eyes so dear to me. I count the colours in your eyes and think that if you knew how much I...
im so fucking bi polar and so fucking contradictory, i’m like hitler when he’s hungry.
what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done? what have I done?
A light says why. From all the poor prying. Again we attain a more regal...– Karen Volkman, “A Light Says Why” (via proustitute)
a figure of beauty and assumptions and potential eradicated from the gut of everything pure and natural smiles that shone through the rocks of the moon happiness that held onto her heart like a leech a million times over phrases of love a love that is too hard hard and mad we saw her crying but she wouldn’t wake up and we wondered if that love would continue we saw her hand grip tightly onto...