acidnationn: Everything in this room is eatable, even im eatable. But that is called cannabilism my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
the lens that im looking at for my camera is over 600 dollars. fuck my life.
In love with this song!
I’ll just sit here and watch this while I’m huge compared to all of you. Awe-some. I try, but I don’t say anything. Eh I’m going to clean my room and drink some tea and not let anything get to me anymore.
i want friends, alcohol, cigarettes, a guitar and a camp fire.
Things i need to do: Finish layout for this business thing with all of the articles Do some annotating Finish both art sheets this week Take more photos for art at lunch times Do my drama portfolio and practice monologue Read frankenstein Try not to cry when miss gives me the english task
when you finally say something you have been meaning to say for so long. i feel so much better. however, cannot exercise due to sunburn. f.
I dont even understand how i keep convincing myself of these things. I kept telling myself i only had two more booklets left for art, but it turns out i had only done two and i still needed to do the others. Or that i had made my bed, and when i walked into my room it still had to be made. Anyway back to writing a bullshit introduction because i have no idea what the fuck i am meant to be writing.
MY SKIN IS ON FIRE! HOLEY JESUS OF GOD! However, had a very enjoyable time at soundwave. Danced and moshed and listened to some swell bands. Post-concert depression kicking in..
That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.– John Green (via whowearenow)