Rather be dead, than cool

HIGH SCHOOL



This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
know ourselves.


HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)
what doesn’t kill you
leaves scars
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive

(via c-isnenegro)
grimweather:

You can tell what my favorite color is
barakatjack:

The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New
datagoddess:

This is a good reason to always carry sidewalk chalk in the car.

octobra:

if you step on the back of my shoe and it comes off I will do the same thing to ur head

googlebus:

googlebus:

watching sex scenes on planes can be somewhat uncomfortable when you get an erection next to a sweet old lady 

image

I’m not asking an old lady to chop my dick off what the frick 

dimmer:

antiqueart:

antiqueart.tumblr.com - birth and death (2013)


♦ art/vintage ♦
me n my ogre bf

bellpincher:

me: babe come over

bf: i can’t theres fucking ropes all over the place

me: my parents are out

bf: image

Kakashi 9