When you’re pretending to pay attention in class, but you’re actually thinking about how you want to get dicked down:
Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow.
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Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept (via birthofasupervillain)
*looks in the mirror* not this soft and sensitive loving emotional wreck again
How come when a house is haunted the ghost is always from the 1700s? Imagine a ghost from 2007 screaming “IT’S BRITNEY, B*TCH” at 3AM
when you havent made plans for the future and then suddenly it is the future and everything didnt just magically work itself out
