tempatures my apartment can be: low medium high
sleepingtigers: perogies are a gift from the gods
a gaze into my life in the hallway of the afo building
when the first time I see my roommate all day is in the art building at 5 PM what are our lives
mols: I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after...
Brennan Huff: Hey Derek, you know what's good for shoulder pain?
Brennan Huff: If you lick my butt hole.
short day, rough day skyped with t. fish aaaaaand he made me feel a lot better then we skype cuddled and both feel asleep…..
Anonymous asked: are you in a relationship
don't use my name when he-
okay, great, thank you
Anonymous asked: lick my butthole.
Anonymous asked: you are a beautiful unique snowflake.
my hair’s doing this terrible thing where it’s noticeable
at some point, you stopped being what I need
stormcloud: ice breakers: “how big is your dick” “how much money do you make” “do you like me” “am i cute” “would you be uncomfortable if i cried”
I really like when people in my dorm have alarms set for like random ass times like 9:28 and then their alarm goes off for like 10 goddamn minutes and i can hear it and do nothing about it
SEARCHES ARE OVER, BRING MY ALCOHOL BACK
should be doing homework, but i’m just going to sit here and be really sad about how alone I am
suicidalteengirl: *refuses to eat anything that isn’t shaped like a goldfish*
coming back to school after long as fuck thanksgiving break so excited to he at school and not home can’t wait to see friends/ roommate get to school and no one is there empty apartment omg i miss home
things my mom found out about me while i was home on break: I got my belly button pierced I got a speeding ticket, going 24 over and have to appear in court I stayed a night with a boy instead of with the people I was supposed to be with I am “on a path of destruction” I am “taking drugs and piercing things”
apparently my bank never took my account off my mother’s like they were supposed to when I turned 18 and she can see all of my account history and shit uhh hhhh i’m home for thanksgiving break all of like 2 seconds before she asks why I have charges from a tattoo parlor and i hope it’s worth not getting christmas gifts
87daysbefore: the sort of depression only a family centered holiday can bring out in me blog ‘11