oh, hai der tumblr. it’s been awhile. i’ve missed you so, but with a new trackpad installed, we’re good as gravy. let’s do the damn thing, bitches. <3
the bitch is coming.
EVERYONE GURG YOUR LOINS.
facebook lowers my self esteem.
well, so does tumblr, but less so because to me, people on tumblr don’t exist in the real world. and i am totally okay with that.
african american female in my PE lecture
you slay me with your ethnic sass. *totally not a racist. this post was made in jest.
last night, i had a dream
in which i slept with my ex-boyfriend. in the dream, i was drunk and wanted to kill myself after. but at least the sex was as terrible as i remember. even still. WTF.
homeboy knows what’s up. “i love pokemon, btich. AN’ WHAT. why you hatin’?” formerboygenius: “Black Man Loves Pokemon.” Heads-up: Contains some extreme language, copious use of the n-word, and some real talk. REAL TALK. P.S. If you hate on his Pokemon, he will kill you.
He was watching me write that last post.
And bitched about how he wasn’t in it. I had to show some love. <3 Don’t judge.
I really should be studying right now
but this library is really fucking boring. It’s this environment. It’s so…sterile. Just walking into the place strips you of any happiness and sense of reality. All you know are these clean, depressing light blue walls until you look outside and watch the people walking by, happy and not engrossed in a kagillion notecards about dead people whose significance died along with...
can't find my spongebob squarepants socks.
i am very upset right now.