bowlingforsoup:

id like to see an english teacher write a successful text post

(via ughtextposts)

“Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.”
— something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)

(via chrissycostanza)

1nd2rd3st:

WATCHING

WAITING 

COMMISERATING 

(via valar0morghulis)

fairhies:

If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat

(via chipdips)

CAN CREATIVE SUBJECTS JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME BREATH!?

I feel like I’m stressing too much for such little things, I mean what if all of this isn’t such a big deal? What if I’m making this a bigger deal than it is, I mean I just can’t stop stressing and freaking out cause as soon as I move forward I get dragged back down. Maybe it’s not that important and I’m a drama queen who can’t handle it.