if i don’t talk to myself who will
This actually kind of scared me when I first saw it and it sank in.
Just a set of quick photos I did for class.
you lost all your energy before you even walked out the door? you lazy bum
That’s exactly what a monday feels like
kinda what social anxiety feels like
I’M GONNA DO IT I’M GONNA DO THE THING WITH THE PEOPLE
*gets to door*
wait never mind i need to alphabetize my sock drawer
This is what I go thru daily. I can barely even manage to make myself food before my batteries are empty and i have no more energy for the rest of the day. Well, most days it’s like that. Some days i start the day with 0 battery, and others (a vary rare occasion) i have seemingly limitless battery life. Horay for chaos. :/
my heart just melted.
LOOK AT HER SMILE THOOOO
Today I caught the rainbow in my cat’s earall my years of blogging have led me to this moment i can officially close now
Infinite multiverses and I’m stuck in the one where superheroes are fictional and people kill other people for having different colored skin
why is levi yelling at eren
because of all the big ass trees
do you have any idea what im like WHEN IM MAD?
whew, 3 comics for crab boy and shipper girl!
the year is 2046. no one has memed in 15 years since king obama the third make memeing illegal. in the dystopian suburbs of fort lauderdale, sixteen year-old Dogecoin de Grasse Sagan found a sexy fedora in an trash dumpster. he put it on and it made a sweet anime noise. he knew then he, was destined to bring memes back to this stupid idiot planet. he looked at the camera and goes “u mad, world?”
what the fuck
*aggressively designs OCs I’ll never use*
This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
—HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via bl-ossomed)