in the south we don’t say “you’re a dumb fuck” we say “bless your heart” and i think that’s beautiful.
the more mind-obliteratingly stupid we find you, the more descriptive we get. “bless your precious, sweet, mama-loving heart” means we’re not 100% certain how you possess enough intelligence to draw breath.
when school starts
buying things for school
when said teachers and students talk
- Look at this sexy Greek.
- He’s going to ruin everything.
- Zeus is gonna fuck someone
- Hera overreacts big time
i’ve got 99 problems and being a decaying organism that’s born to die in a society run by money that i can’t escape is one of them
do you need a hug
i think we all need a hug
why does no one ever talk about wilbur robinson from meet the robinsons
look at him
didnt people ship him with his dad
and now i know why no one talks about him
when u try to tell ur parents about a problem but they end up yelling at u
i feel like mr. brightside is one of those songs you’re gonna hear on the radio in the car 20 years from now after not hearing it in forever and your gonna just start sobbing bUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY DESTINY IS CALLLLINGNG M E and your kids are gonna be like is she okay
I don’t want to go to college but I also don’t want to NOT go to college
What I really want is to stop existing but you can’t do that without dying and I don’t want to die either
This is the most accurate post I have ever seen
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
That was beautiful.