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Post rehearsal problems: doing laundry and drying clothes and then hearing the ricochet bowing from the Polovetsian dances and not being able to get it out of your head.

emolgabe:

perrytheplatyborg:

*stabs you, but as a friend*

#littlebrutusthings

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celestialfrequenciesalign:

The Doors - Love Me Two Times

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mollystrohldiary:

Spring Break 2014 Phone Photos - Part 4

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sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day

sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)

sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it

sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be

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HIGH SCHOOL



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
know ourselves.

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- HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

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sambatte:

animaniacs really gets me

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AND SHE SAID: “YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE BUT YOU’RE THE BEST BRADLEE

dumbfricker:

having multiple tests on the same day
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