Grades.
I feel so oppressed.
Everyone just cares about grades.
And not a single moment of happiness has come of it. I feel like there’s no point anymore. Why can’t we follow our passions? Why does money always drive people? How can sleeping with a stable income, yet unhappily, be more comfortable than doing what we love, but poorly?
May I never chase money, or fame, or something so shallow, so complicated, so selfish.
a haiku about most of my pencils
a second ago
had you a second ago
what the fucking shit
WHY THE SWEARING IT WAS SO GOOD AND THEN
(via jinorasity)
i was at the bus stop with my sister the other day and for no apparent reason, she says: ‘dude, there are more dead people in the world than living people’ and the woman standing beside me whispered ‘holy shit’ and i fucking lost it
(via thegreatgrantaire)
Wow.
The human body is fascinating
I keep telling people this shit in real life and they don’t believe me.
I’ve seen it from multiple sources, and this just adds another (albeit usually unreliable) source.
This is actually legit, guys. This is how your eyes move when you’re thinking about something. It’s actually a good way to tell if someone is lying or not, because they’ll look to their left (your right, durr) when they’re constructing false memories, and to their right when they’re actually remembering them.HOLY CRAP. SAVING THIS FOR FUTURE REF.
(Source: ssscuttlebuttt, via thegreatgrantaire)
This is a useful resource…
i’ll be the most creative murderer the world has ever seen
(Source: inthepitofmystomach, via thegreatgrantaire)
Night blogers really speak to me
like… what even
inspires you to
write such things
that dont make
any sense
WHAT SO EVER
(via thisisthestoryofher)
