I Wish There Were A Following Dashboard That Didn't Include Reblogs So I Could Just Scroll Through My

Ninjago movie verse memes

i hate people who know chess and highways. don't say numbers to me

Just heard a woman scream BABY DON'T HURT ME in response to a philosophy major ask what is love. God this fucking planet.

A moment of silence for the many revolutionary pieces of pure literature were lost because someone didn't write down the idea.

Coffee

Admittedly, I hate coffee, and I used to tell people that I loved it and it was my favourite drink but after reading An Abundance of Katherine's I kinda just realised that, in the words of John Green, "It tastes like stomach bile."

Don't get me wrong though, like Colin I love the IDEA of coffee, it tastes like my soul and it's Five's favourite drink. The beverage of choice for sarcastic smart people is honestly overrated, and that's probably the only reason I drink it like it's the ambrosia of the gods or something. (Plus the added benefits of staying awake long enough to finish that 5000 word essay due tomorrow)

Anyways 5/10 drink, would not recommend. Get yourself a bottle of Jack Daniels and/or some overly carbonated soda and you're good.

( Coffee flavoured things though...)

The eight stages of writing :

- this is awesome

- this is slightly less awesome

- this is shit

- I’m shit

-oh god oh fuck what the hell am I doing

-wait this might not be that bad actually

- How the fuck is this working

-This is awesome

I Was Still Fucking Talking

I started the conversation.

Me.

I fucking spoke.

And while I was mid-sentence—

you left.

No goodbye.

No “let’s move this elsewhere.”

Just gone.

Like my voice didn’t matter.

Like I was fucking background noise.

You made a new chat.

Without me.

Didn’t say a word.

Just left me

talking into a fucking graveyard.

I wasn’t annoying.

I wasn’t wrong.

I was still fucking talking

when you decided I didn’t matter.

And now I’m alone,

trying not to scream,

trying not to shatter,

trying not to believe

you saw me

and chose to look away.

I am not quiet.

I am not okay.

I am not

invisible.

Even if you treat me like I fucking am

As a bassist I approve this message

we love a bass player

sincerely, the flutes

Thank you flutes, yall are sick

Regards, the basses

I feel like I'm in the process of losing a friend.