My brother is blasting Shakira and asking me “What was that Justin Timberlake song I used to listen to?”… Please no…

I wish I was less fucking depressing. I wish my life was better so I could tell my friends how my day was without ruining their fucking day. I feel like I’m driving people away by being so sad all the time, and that just makes me sadder. I want to run away from everything but I’m scared that no matter where I go will be poisoned by my negativity, and any beauty I find will be destroyed by my ugliness.

Say it with me everyone: “I matter more than my GPA”

Tags: gpa college

folk—punk:

all i want is a boy who will come over and cuddle and listen to folk punk with me is that too much to ask for

Whenever I’m on campus I think to myself “Haha nobody knows I’m really just a baby with a beard”

Is it bad that I can see the holes in my shoes through the holes in my jeans?

Is it bad that I can see the holes in my shoes through the holes in my jeans?

I’ve been there
There is no bridge
Agog to the gap
Mouth agape
Please rape my face
Maybe then I’ll manage not to throw up
Cause this purge is sacred
And desecration may be my only hope

Tags: poetry

My phone has broken in a special way that I can only receive texts and calls, not give them.

untitledrothko:

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea is 15 years old today which would explain its preoccupation with semen.

Reblogged from Illest alive