Man, I Gotta Start Having Arch Enemies Again. That Shit Was Fire.

Man, i gotta start having arch enemies again. That shit was fire.

*me in 9th grade crying hunched over my math homework*: i don't get it. How the fuck did i go from academic weapon to academic victim.

I miss private school

I accidentally dyed my hair pastel purple for my graduation ceremony. Again

This looks like a Renaissance painting. This gotta be one of the most beautiful and artistic pictures I've ever seen.

The single greatest picture ever taken in my life. We threw Yu-gi-oh cards at the ceiling fan to watch them scatter, and just happened to take a picture right at this exact moment. To this day, this is the only time I’ve ever heard of anyone breaking a ceiling fan blade with cards.

Does the sound of silence ever goes away?

What I'm doing here, is the moder equivalent of a rebellious Victorian teenage giry keeping a diary with all of her strange, slightly concerning and guickly passing thoughts, that she may never shere with anyone. Screaming it into the void, expecting it to never be seen by anyone but her for the rest of eternity.

Only for some stranger she will never know the face of, to stumble across it and maybe give it a quick little smile and continue on with what they were doing.