I LITERALLY COULDN’T STOP LAUGHING AT THIS AND SHOWED THIS PICTURE TO EVERYONE AT MY SCHOOL TODAY
Sleep is the only way I can be truly happy. Sleeping makes all the hurt and anger go away.
You did drugs behind my back without even telling me. And you didn’t even call like you said you would. You didn’t even call to see if I was okay. You don’t care. No one fucking cares. No one asks if I’m okay. No one ever tries to see if they can do anything to make me feel better. I’m always the one to care for other people, but it’s never the other way around. Maybe I should just stop caring all together.
I’m having a conversation with one of my friends and I ask him, “What defines you?” and he responded with, “Nothing. A definition excludes the possibility for change.”
This is one of the best responses I’ve ever received to any of my questions.
My favourite photo set ever
“Any ideas for the new park sculpture?”
“How about a giant, metallic octopus attacking a rook?”
that’s cool as fuck though
that’s not a rock it is a chess piece
it says “rook” darling
*reapplies to pre-K* *send apology macaroni art to fuckeverythingbecomeapirate*