Okay but honestly fuck bird chirps.

i find it hilarious when ur the quiet/introverted kid and the teacher always sends ppl who are too talkative in class next to you bc they know you wont talk like

bad and naughty children get put with the Silent Man to atone for their crimes

do you ever see a girl so pretty you just want to like… reconsider your lifestyle… take up a healthy steady diet… become a more financially successful person… call your parents and thank them for bringing you into this world during the same timeline as her…

No mom they aren’t strangers on the internet they went to school with me but moved away

reblog if ur Halloween af

FINALLY look at the clarity in everyone one. No longer pixel blots

Click it

this is so badass

I FUCKING HATE SOCIAL ANXIETY BECAUSE YOU’RE SCARED TO TALK TO PEOPLE BUT ALSO DYING TO TALK TO PEOPLE AND HANG OUT AND RELAX AND HAVE FUN AND NOT BE ALONE AND LONELY AND FEEL LIKE SHIT BUT YOU DO FEEL LIKE SHIT BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EVEN RELAX ENOUGH TO TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING

started from the bottom and i was somehow able to get lower

BUT GUYS HAVE YOU SEEN THIS

wishing I was an extrovert (via youre-all-thats-ever-on-my-mind)

me: this year….will be different….

me, not even october yet, doing hw the morning before its due: i accept my fate

I found this on facebook.

The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day, the kids came back and, one by one, began to tell their stories.  There were all the regular types of stuff: Spilled milk and pennies saved. But then the teacher realized, much to her dismay, that only Janie was left.  “Janie, do you have a story to share?" 

‘Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife.  She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn’t break, and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of 20 Iraqi troops. She shot 15 of them with the pistol, until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands."  ’'Good Heavens,’ said the horrified teacher. What did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story?"  "Don’t Fuck with Mommy when she’s been drinking."  I love these touching stories!

I think this is about as punk pop as it gets

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