sickness and sleep

and i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers

phdbitch:

I will not beg you for your time or try to convince you to choose me, the world is too big and I have too much to offer.

(via asian)

starwarsiii:

taquito:

raggy….kill me….

like scoob, youre putting me in a morally ambiguous situation………. zoinks

(via may)

actuallyavoiding:

google search: how to apologize for ignoring friend for two months

(via asian)

300poundcountdown:

I live in a panicked state that sits somewhere between “don’t be so hard on yourself” and “success is my only option”.

(via benjpierce)

“These pills are a lover sneering motherfucker.”

—   Alex Lemon, from “Swallowing the Scalpel,” Mosquito: Poems
(via lifeinpoetry)

(via honeyhighs)

populardad:

there is a difference between people who are smart and people who get good grades

(via block)

me:

*is frustrated*

me @ me:

dont u fuckin do it

me:

*starts tearing up*

me @ me:

OHHHHHHHHH MY GOD

rottenviolets:

My mouth tastes like unripe chocolate, floral gush and watery whisper and free as air. My sinuous springtime body is dusted like a peach, and the space between my hips is where your heart is.  Grow apple blossoms from my body again. Grow belladonna and oleander. Roses, too, and grape-hyacinths cloying as I am. Rot me. Desire me into mulch. Desire me into the melted sanctity of Easter candles.

(via honeyhighs)

kinkshamer69:

not to sound too millennial here but it annoys me so much when I’m at a restaurant and someone I’m with will complain about the service being slow like buddy pal it’s fine it’s not that important

(via turbhoe-deactivated20170504)

Actual Quotes from my Dad (An English Teacher)

Dad:

Why the hell did you put a comma there?

Dad:

Do you even know what a participial phrase is?

Dad:

Omg. He's like my favorite character of all time.

Dad:

Who should I dress up as for the movie premier?

Dad:

Hey are you awak? I know it's late, but you read Animal Farm, right? Yeah. I need you to read this report. I can't tell if I am just super tired or if this is actual bullshit.

Dad:

Alesha wouldn't be able to spell 'definitely' right if wrote it down for her. She would fucking erase it and then write 'defiantly', because she doesn't care. I hate her.

Dad:

I need you to bake brownies. I lost a bet.

Dad:

Omg. You cannot ship me with Gilcher. You know I don't like tattoos and he's like twenty-five. And for Christ's sake, he teaches math.

Dad:

Omg. Gilcher said the funniest thing today.

Dad:

Mrs. Ashworth and I have decided to start a band. It'll be called Great Expectations.

Dad:

It's like you didn't read the fucking book.

Dad:

Okay. So this week you're reading this book I stole from Mrs. Ashworth's. It's like sixty pages long, but you'll love it.

Dad:

*puts books on my bed for me to read everyday and demands that I read them*

Dad:

My son doesn't like reading. I have not only failed him, but society. You aren't my son. Leave.

Dad:

Okay. So you're getting books for Christmas. All of you. I get discounts on them since I'm a teacher, and since I'm a teacher, it's all I can afford, so...

Dad:

Fucking standardized testing can go fuck itself in the ass.

Dad:

I have to teach for the required testing instead of what they really need to know.

Dad:

Fuck the government.

Dad:

Fuck the school board.

Dad:

Close the door.

Dad:

Charles Dickens was so fucking pretentious, and I hate him, but he also caused change, but he's such a Dick. Ha. DICKens.

Dad:

I love puns.

Dad:

People who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humor are assholes.

Dad:

Please shut up.

Dad:

Catching Fire was the worst book but the best movie and that feels weird.

Dad:

I wouldn't get so mad when you call me at school if you didn't change your ringtones to inappropriate rap music.

Dad:

I fucking hate Alesha. She asked what countries were apart of Austria-Hungary today and I almost told her to get out.

Dad:

You cannot visit my school in a dress that short. There are boys there.

Dad:

Barbra Parks is fucking Queen.

Dad:

I need you to make me a good, relaxing playlist for silent reading. I'm too lazy.

Dad:

If I have to watch two of my students grind on each other at one more dance, I will kill them both.

Dad:

They act like I care what they think.

Dad:

I hate homework.

Dad:

I have decided to become a politician.

Dad:

What's the one book with the guys and the one kills the other and the chick without a name who dies and the short angry man? Mouseman? Oh my fucking gosh. Of Mice and Men. I have failed.

nachtfunken:

boyirl:

2treehill:

how do you get a nice body without moving

by learning to love yourself

wow

(via confirmance)