what’s this feeling ? i hate everything but i don’t wanna die . i have people to live for and that make me want to die . i’m so fucking tired of everything . her smile gives me hope but his words hurt my soul .
Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.
Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.
I mean, if someone wrote that to me, I’d probably believe they were sick.
“Slutantions” has me crying laughing
This is the opposite of a problem.
TO DREAM THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
The best bit was he tweeted Waterstones and politely asked them to let him out.
No-one from Waterstones was on their Twitter account at that time of night, but half of London was still awake and soon after #WaterstonesTexan and #FreetheWaterstones1 were trending across the city. The police were notified and managed to let him out before midnight :D
They’ve also compiled a reading list for their future locked-in clients
This is the best thing I’ve heard all day.
The compiling of the reading list for locked in clients is perhaps the best thing about this.
your secrets are safe with me because i will forget all of them immediately
interrogating me is useless because i won't even remember the question i'm supposed to be answering by the time you've finished asking it
I saw this vine and couldn’t resist
We go forward.
This is too deep to comprehend.
Stop it
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUNNY
:(((((
music is my photo album
12:00 A.M.
A little lonely
Cover my ears with headphones
Press ‘shuffle all songs’
As the mix of genres and artists play,
my mind resurrects images,
an emotional flashback
With music I can relive my history
Pieces of stories I’ve forgotten
The harmonies that comforted me
when depression and anxiety stormed
The melodies I danced to with friends
full of air guitars and pitchy singing
The vocalists’ tones and passion
inspiring me to breakout of my cage
to explore myself in a novel light
The lyrics that punctured my heart
so powerfully they bled through me,
words and my story merging as one
There’s nothing like reminiscing
with music as my accompaniment,
noticing changes in my preferences
matching the emotions I once felt
No need to take pictures of what I see
or write meticulously about my day
Music is my photo album and diary
Each song is a soundtrack
When I play a tune, I’m fully back
in a three-dimensional movie of my past
Sometimes sad, sometimes joyous
Nonetheless, a little less lonely
I wish I could listen to all songs shuffled,
but I mustn’t because too much focus
on the past infringes on
my present and future songs
everybody been actin funny lately but its ok cuz im bouta act hilarious lmao
Why is this vaguely threatening
This sounds like my mom when talks to herself, out loud, about everyone in the room
boot up, Bitch
I’m crying y’all…..
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Fucking spread this like wildfire.
All of that effort for nothing…it’s a damn shame and it’s heartbreaking.
I think some adults need to realize that teens don’t dislike adults because teens are rebellious and punk, a lot of kids and teens dislike adults because every interaction they’ve had with them is dismissing and condescending
I’m not even a teenager anymore and I still feel like this.
Notice the fact that when teenagers have favorite teachers it’s the teachers who treat them as equals and don’t talk down to them but with them
How far computer animation has come: Toy Story (1995) // Toy Story 4 (2019)
I thought that was a real fucking cat
f.r.i.e.n.d.s. ☕ the one where monica gets a new roommate
Don’t touch me, you don’t have the right
This is the post dramatic thing I’ve ever posted on Facebook
what even is “the real college experience”?? is it crying?? is it netflix?? is it discovering an unknown temple in the middle of the campus??
How many altos does it take to screw in a lightbulb? None, they can’t get that high.
How many sopranos does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
One, she holds it up and waits for the world to revolve around her.
How many singers does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Two. An alto to actually do it and a soprano to stand by and ask “isn’t that a little high for you?”
u wanna fucking go
here for this fight
How do you know a soprano is at your door?
She can’t find the key and doesn’t know where to come in











