Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
A pet-peeve about education: having textbooks that are never used in class.
In high school there was always the heavy books you either- A: carried around constantly, always concerned you’d eventually need them B: left them in locker and got no warning about when you’d need them C: left them at home because fuck it And in college, boy does it sting when it is heavily hinted by the professor that this book will be “important to the course”, and when you buy it, the book instead gathers dust under food wrappers on your dorm desk from no use.
And I’ve read through chapters of these books on my own and honestly? There is no new info to me. That’s my personal opinion, but it really bites to buy a book that’s full of stuff you already know.
ive been having somewhat of an art-based identity crisis over the last few days so to rectify that i decided to draw my fav trashbaby in the styles of some of this fandoms sweethearts, i love all of you and ur art (even tho my lame attempts at imitating it doest make it seem that way 😅😅), thank you for making this fandom a great place to be! but that said if me doing this makes any of you uncomfortable then im more than happy to take this down 😙