why weigh yourself when you could set yourself on fire then roll in broken glass and feel the same way
what i learned so far in college
- there’s really no point in trying to have a bedtime earlier than 12 its not gonna happen
- the whole ‘social life, grades or sleep, choose two’ thing is true
- im gonna be broke
- what am i saying, i am broke
- im still gonna procrastinate on tumblr
“i am so fucking done with this shit” i whisper to myself as i continue
do you ever see a person you used to be friends with and you’re like “glad i got the fuck outta that one”
- january 2012: this will be my year
- june 2012: well shit
