AHHAHHAHHAHHAHHA

just kidding. my body officially rejects tequila because of that night TWO MONTHS AGO.

UGHHHH. is there no God?



Why is the rum gone?!

Because I never had any in the first place. Damn shame. Rum is better than tequila. Yuengling is better than both of those. But I have tequila and T has orange juice which means I have a tequila sunrise and a means to write this bloody paper! Hemingway and Fitzgerald and now so will I.

Because let’s face it, there’s no other way this fuckin’ paper is gonna get finished.



AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

I JUST GOT FREE SPINNERS TICKETS. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. FRIEND COMING DOWN, WE THE KINGS IN CONCERT (definitely reliving the only good part of my middle school years) AND NOW A SPINNERS GAME. AAAAAAHHHHHHH.

now I gotta convince one of my friends to drive us. Pleeeeeaase don’t let this be difficult.



It’s been a while…

since I’ve felt this low. Since the will to live has left me so completely I’ve contemplated the point of it all. That I’ve stayed up late thinking if any of it is worth it (it’s not) or how I would like to be buried (don’t bury me in a box, I’d rather be cremated) and just generally thinking about death. 

These periods are dangerous. When my thoughts begin to travel down this dark and twisted path, when I actually weigh the pros and cons of finishing what I had started in high school, is the point where I’m unreachable. Nothing you say will make me feel any better. None of it will actually change my mind. It has to come from me. And I’m losing the strength to keep fighting back. 

I genuinely think I’m past the point of saving. Just let me go live alone somewhere, hurting myself worse than anyone else ever could. It’d be nicer, to me and everyone I meet. I hurt too many people anyway. It would only be a kindness. 



I should know better than to stay up late. It only leads to my mind wandering into territory that’s better off left alone. For the sake of my happiness, can I just stop thinking for one, blasted day? 

Misery loves its company. Life in the suite sucks, and I finally told my Mom that I was fine with commuting. Her response? That she had talked it over with dad, and if I started driving and got a job to help pay it, that I could stay on campus. I’ve fought this tooth and nail to keep my freedom, and I finally relented. Relented because I hate living with girls I used to be friends with until two moved out, and the rest closed off. Relented because honestly, I’d rather live at home than have to be a prisoner in my own room. 

Now they give me what I always wanted, although I don’t want it anymore. Fuckin’ ironic. 

It’s gotten so bad I’m fighting my instincts to run, forcing myself to stay and finish the semester. Only sixteen or so weeks left, including finals. Piece of cake, right? 

Something seriously tells me I’m not going to make it out of here alive. 




chelcjustis:

seas-of-stars:

timaeustestifyin:

rockseelalonde:

xxla-vie-en-rosexx:

cindythetvisleakingg:

poryqon:

I made a powerpoint about pennsylvania (my home state)

i hope u all enjoy the work that took me like 10 minutes

i just laughed so fucking hard

THIS IS SO ACCURATE IM CRYING

WAIT PEOPLE DONT USE THOSE WORDS OUTSIDE OF PA?!?!?

NO REAL TALK? THOSE WORDS ARE A WEST OF THE MOUNTAIN SORT OF THING. WE CALL SUBS SUBS ON THIS SIDE OF THE STATE.

lmao I’m dying

there’s a lot of these things I did not know were only PA things. also my Uncle totally went to high school with Bob saget

On a scale of 1 to 10 for how accurate this is, I’d say it’s like a solid 23. It even includes my favorite past time of making non-PA people try to pronounce places here like Bryn Mawr, and my personal favor Schuylkill. 

THEY EVEN MENTION FIRE HALL WEDDING RECEPTIONS. 




mishaswrath:

mspbandj:

alliejunestewart:

Moon Moon.

I miss Moon Moon can we bring him back?

OMFG MOON MOON

This, will never not be funny. 

Fun Fact: The first time I saw this I had not slept in 32 hours because of studying for my French midterm. I then spent the next 15 minutes on my side on the floor, propelling myself in a circle whilst crying tears of laughter. My suitemates did not know how to handle this. 



erlynntheemerald:

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So I’m sure you recognize this as one of the epic moments from “The Prince of Egypt” where we see the super majestic whale as they cross through the Red Sea. However I noticed just one little issue: whale tales don’t move from side to side, they move up and down. And then it hit me, that’s not a whale. That’s not a whale. It’s a motherfucking SHARK. A BIG ASS SHARK. Goddamn, Dreamworks.

That terrifying moment when you realize a Megalodon Shark is just waiting to feast on the Egyptians. I second erlynntheemerald. Goddamn it, Dreamworks. 



The plan was to play hard to get, that’s right.
I wasn’t just gonna go giving myself away. I’m no easy catch.
Can you really see me in fishnets?
No.
I always find myself slippin’ out the holes, swimmin’ back out to sea.
I’d never been anybody’s sushi roll.
But she, has lips like wasabi.
My eyes water every time we kiss.
Makes me wish we had a porch swing and a little home.
Makes me wish I could (write)/right wrongs, instead of poems.

The heart is a bullet that’s terrified of blood.
Love is a windshield wiper in a hurricane; nothing is ever clear.
You mistake her name for the moon, mistake porchlights for the stars and sometimes they are.
Her constalliations lead me home, ten thousand shades of open.
And if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure it’s that this girl is gonna crush me like a small bug.

Leave me so frickin’ broken there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from night’s I cried so hard
the stars died, but I’m like, go ahead.
I’m all yours.
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm ‘cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.

I’m not lookin’ for someone who can save me.
Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I’ve got places I wanna go.
So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems
you will burn someday.

The most fertile lands were built by the hands of volcanoes,
And I wanna know what grows beneath the drone of Hallmark and roses.
I want your goodbye to feel like explosives,
Your lips, a burning building without fire escapes.
Your hips the gates of hell if I know if heaven exists,
But this will do just fine.
I wanna feel you like lifelines on the palms of Jesus when the nails went through is that really, really creepy?

Just in case it is, let me also say I want you sleepy-eyed in the morning,
Waking at my side like a warm summer sky born from so much softness the horizon cries every time nightfall comes to take you.
Let me also say I wanna make you sandwiches,
And soup,
And peanut butter cookies.
Though, the truth is peanut butter is actually really bad for you ‘cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean the toxins out of the soil.
But hey, you like peanutbutter and I like you.

Let me also say I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous than you were that night.
The moon, bending through the window blinds,
I told time by the light casting shadows across your face while you told me this story:

“My grandparents were married for 63 years.
On the day my grandfather died he laid in bed and said nothing
but “love, love, love love”
then he puckered his lips and kissed my grandmother for the last time.”

Love, love, love, love is like sunshine:
Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there.
I wanna know that I’m here, every single part of me,
My heart, open as the river’s eyes the first time it sees the ocean.
My god, look at those waves!
Listen to that thundering tide.
Can you imagine anything more frightening?
Can you imagine anything
More
Alive?


Andrea Gibson, Wasabi (via smillustration)


Survival Guide

writingsforwinter:

There will always be the days when living in your own body feels like inhabiting a bomb shelter, or being the person that stays inside the burning building when the fire alarm goes off. You are allowed to go out into the garage, lock yourself in the car, and take a few…



People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear.
The Curious Savage, John Patrick (via jesusfuckmechrist)

(Source: quotesilyke)





It’s so easy to tell when Dad is hurting. Why else would he drive all the way up to campus for a hug? He can try to hide it behind meaningless chatter, but I can see it. Which is the most terrifying thing. Having to realize that your father, the guy you always thought was Superman growing up, is human. 

I don’t like it. Not one bit. 



I hate getting those texts. The ones you open in the middle of class, even though you know you shouldn’t. And then you read the words and suddenly you can’t breathe and you have to make a conscious effort to appear as though everything is okay. That nothing is wrong, that nothing is changed. 

Just waiting for the moment when it can sneak up on you when you’re alone and destroy the walls you built in class, brick by brick. 

Where the hell are my cats. I need them. Like now. 



Who are those awesome sexy people? MY TEAMMATES. Last tournament of the season and we won, 6-0. Beat Bloomsburg 13-8 in championships and took our first tournament win home! 

This win was for all of us, but especially Nat & Pat. It’s their last tournament with Brando, Lumby, and Lindsay before the three of them graduate. We had to do it for them. And I’m glad we did. 

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