i think what’s wrong with me is that i don’t live secluded in a hut in the woods. i don’t bang enough rocks against enough things. i just haven’t forged any swords

fucking tired of time passing

if you’re a clock fuck you

me: middle school honor student about to go into high school

undiagnosed mental illness:

man 2008 had some bangers!!!!!!

there was a financial crisis

sorry i was like 11 i only remember the bangers 

I was 14 and I remember the financial crisis far more than most of the year’s tunes. We all lit a candle for Northern Rock and I also remember me and my mate going ‘round the school during vaccination day and telling as many as we could that ‘’they’re only using one needle per 100 people cos of the credit crunch’’. 

i lit a candle for soulja boys crank that

“oh i forgot to make dinner”

“guess we’re having takeout tonight!”

Friend: I have a job, a car and I’m doing really well in school, what about you?

Me:

you ever wonder how many people you’re in the “we’re friends but i would kiss you if you asked” club with

“we almost dated” is such a weird relationship to have with someone

Plus the sequel “we never got closure”

And then the side adaptation “as a result I have a weird crush that never died”

I can’t believe a humble security guard saved our planet from the aliens.

when you remembering random moments and u pinpoint the exact second you ruined your life

who is traitor joe

and what did he do :/

the real depression nap is when you go to bed at 10pm just because you can’t think of any reason to be awake