and faded into the fog and love and faithless fear.
This is where I say I’ve had enough and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now
posting this makes me feel like i’m in seventh grade and wearing hand-me-down Birkenstock sandals, but fuck you.
Stephaniiiiieeee, you will meet the right guy. someday. I promise.
why does this always happen to me?
you know what is important? BEING THERE FOR ME. THAT’S IT. FUCKING SUPPORT ME, DON’T JUST TEXT ME. I’m so sick of being let down.
(via calsayshi)
A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.
(via mad-again)
About to take my last final exam as an undergrad! One more paper to write and hand in then I’m DONE!
(via sunshine-eater)
(via calsayshi)
hahahha so true
(via mad-again)
and so to get what you want
you gotta mean it
and when you say what you want
you’re wasting everybody’s time your saying anything that gets you by
My professor knows how much I love to bake, so for our final seminar class I’m bringing car bomb cupcakes at his request. I think that since I’m spending about 2.5 extra hours in the kitchen, I shouldn’t have to finish my paper on William Blake and exploring the necessity of contradictions in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell .
I mean really… cupcakes > William Blake
However tomorrow in class they will be referred to as “Blake Cakes.” … I’m such a nerd.
(via letsfeel-real)
(via letlive)
