The problem with school is that it’s forced.
I’m thirsty for knowledge when I have the freedom to seek it myself.
I cannot express this enough.
sometimes I get frustrated because you can’t put numbers in caps
12
am I screaming?
you’ll never know
I fucking hate having such bad trust issues. I’m just so used to being fucked over and torn apart, I do all I can to not let anyone get close enough to have a chance to do that. I’m sick of being forgotten and shoved to the side.
no don’t do that i’ll fall in love with you
omg
it’s not a blog until you have this on it
my dream is for someone to look at me and just murmur the words “shawty fine”
what the hell is a skrillex