i used to love writing and creating stories… i sometimes still do write, write my feelings. not this strict structured way of writing essays or analysis’ . there is no fucking use to this subject, seriously only a few people in the class will become writers or some bullshit like that. not me. fucccckkkkk you high school
currently in class and has just finished a pysch sac. yep failed that!
Not going to be on for a while...
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let me sign
She was standing there by The Broken Tree Her hands are all twisted She was pointing at me I was dammed by the light coming Out of her eyes She spoke with a voice that Disrupted the sky She said “walk on over here to The bitter shade” I will wrap you in my arms And you will know you have been saved Let me sign Let me sign
what is a blog for?
fuck some people piss me off. they have to be like everyone else, or copy people and steal their style and say its their own. just fuck off my god!
so, i walk up my friends stairs last night and see two girls screaming at the laptop screen… i wondering what the fuck? and soon find out that they were on some omegle bullshit (something like chatroulette?) it was funny, chatting up all those old desperate farts having a toss. we kind of got bored, so we changed websites… going onto chatroulette. we spoke to 10 people (all men) over...
I think pot should be legal. I don’t smoke it, but I like the smell of it.– Andy Warhol (via thisispermanence, thingsstonerslike)