The corsage and place marker… I honestly had one of the best nights of my life c: #prom #corsage @atticusjameshm
For the next 26 hours I will be running around like a mad woman to keep my friend together during her dance competition, getting ready, dealing wit insufferable boys who need to be taken care of, and keeping my own temper all the while.
AND IT’S GONNA BE FUCKING AWESOME
boy moans are so nice
my dad just came into my room and laid on my bed so i proceeded to cover him in stuffed animals to cheer him up
then mom joined
if this reaches 100,000 notes i swear to gOD
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
I don’t want to learn in a classroom anymore. I want to travel and talk to people and learn that way. I want to learn as I go, gathering knowledge and not being rigorously tested on it. I don’t want to lose passion in the things I like because of the worry of exams. I want to fuelled by snippets of knowledge I gain from people and be inquisitive. School has stolen my passion for the things I’m interested in and I hate it for that.
preferred pronouns: old sport
the fact that kids feel physically ill and have mental breakdowns at the very idea of going to school should be a clue to some people that maybe something isnt fucking right