So my mom went to my job to buy something and all my coworkers were telling her how much they like me and that I’m really sweet etc. So my mom gets in the car and is all “I don’t know how it is everyone says you’re so sweet all I ever see is you moody”, like gee mom it’s almost as if my coworkers aren’t constantly picking on my weight, clothes, hair, skin, personality, etc.
no offence but there is literally nothing morally wrong with cheating on tests/at school… it’s up there with piracy on the list of Crimes Everyone Is Convinced Are Wrong And Harmful But If You Actually Think About Them For 12 Seconds It’s Fine And You Definitely Should Commit Them At Some Point
me during summer: fuck this. fuck the heat. fuck bugs. fuck sweating. fuck everything. fuck it all. winter honestly couldnt come any sooner
me during winter: its been 84 years... i havent seen a blade of grass since i was a wee child.... my family is dying..... when will i escape from this snow hell.......
‘my name is John Richard Deacon and i was born on August the 19th, 1951.’
“And so I drink, I drink until the bottle is emptier than I am.”
— 2am
My guardian angels watching me put my heart and soul into dancing to Don’t Stop Me Now.
“I’m not doing awfully well but I’m trying very, very, very hard,”
— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Florence Ehrhardt, c. February 1974