me: something shitty happened
friend: something even shittier happened to me!
me: oh dat's really too bad
friend: talks more about how something shitty happened
me: kind and caring words about how that's too bad
me: remember that bad thing that happened to me?
friend: i more or less don't care, what the hell do you want me to say
me: not that.
friend: can i go back to talking about myself now
are you the quick brown fox, or the lazy dog?
Photo essay on Last Suppers of Inmates →
Donald Jay Miller and I might have been soulmates… his last supper looks delicious.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as forgettable, and anxious, and dismissable, and incompetent as this weekend.
so I was pretty pissed off about some dumb fucking shit that i’m sure i’ll blog about later.. and then youtube recommended the video “all japanese boy cheerleading team” based on my watched videos and then, everything was okay. man youtube, you always know just what to say to cheer me up.
I really don’t like when people write onion news stories on tumblr, cause usually it takes at leasttt the first sentence to clue in. and usually the first sentence is the best. don’t go breakin’ my heart
so my dad is in south africa for the world cup anddd he was on national tv here, talking about it. some people have all da luck you know? wherever he was it looked like fun too. I on the other hand am quite literally made of stress, I absolutely hate mah music course, and I could absolutely not care less about the tensions in jazz chords or writing harmonies or all the stupid modes of scales I...
tried to open fridge door just pulled entire fridge three feet instead. cool.
someone is going to get attacked by a swarm of killer bees while watching the world cup and not notice them because of those horns… sad truths.
the are you cool or not quiz
question one: you are holding two things are you a) double fisting the two things b) duel wielding the two things if you answered mostly as you are potentially a cool hip person. if you answered mostly bs, you probably aren’t.
Dance like the photo’s not being tagged. Love like you’ve never been...
Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull– Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell (via drivemysoul)
my boyfriend bought me the lomo camera i wanted for my birthday, cause he’s da besttt.
sandeebee: there’s more information on them than you think. talk to your kids about mongolians. before someone else does
wanna know who i feel terrible for? the person who plays the trumpet solo in haven’t met you yet by michael buble. they’re featured on a hit song that’s on the radio all the time, yet are totally nameless. i mean i guess anonymity is cool and all, but it’s a pretty featured bit. like if they were a singer they would definitely get a ft. credit you know?
epiphany: high school was absolutely nothing like saved by the bell promised. SAVED BY THE BELL: THE COLLEGE YEARS BETTER NOT LET ME DOWN
oh hey hey you guys hey you guys it’s my birthday how i am going to celebrate: finishing a lit project tonight.. waking up early going to school go out for dinner spend a lot of time doing more homework. aw yeah party party party right here.
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