Dear Mom,

I know I cant just not work and I didnt plan on it. I just wanna do something I love. Not fast food or telephone jobs. I just want to be different. I just want to be free from the social idea that your always gonna be miserable with jobs until you die. I refuse to believe that one bit. I know ive had many jobs but im 19 im still trying to figure out who I am and what I want to do. I wanted to do zoology. But you guys knocked me for not knowing math. Why cant I do things i love? And i love you guys really, but its because you dont believe in me that i am such a failure at what you wish i could exceed at. No. I want to be me. I refuse to believe that we were born to die. We were born to be us.

tigerhazard:

jamdoughnutmagician:

there is not one search term here that isn’t magical

i know ive reblogged this before at least twice but i decided to read through the entire thing this time and im in pain from how hard i am laughing please forgive me

spookycapecod:

all i want in life is to go to concerts and have good eyebrows

wifipasswords:

YASSSS HUNTY DRAG HER

wifipasswords:

YASSSS HUNTY DRAG HER

servantofsadako:

Who wants to sit at the cool kids table when you can sit at the duel kids table?

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WiFi: connected
Me: then fucking act like it

whatdat:

school supply list:

  • headphones
  • portable charger
  • knife
rcah:

TWITTER HAS NO CHILL 

rcah:

TWITTER HAS NO CHILL 

teddylupinofficial:

makeup is a fucking art and if you shit on girls who wear makeup i will shit on everything you hold dear

tehhufflepuffcompanion:

Spoiler alert: adulthood is 96% of you going “well, I hope this is how it works and I’ll keep doing it till someone yells at me”

yoncevevo:

calling me “thirsty” isn’t even an insult it’s a known fact