Confessions of the Ethnically Cleansed

MY THIRD DECADE

I was going to write some dramatic, deep, meaningful, heartfelt shat about how life’s been a journey for the past 20 years and how I’ve grown as a person and how the world seems so different to me now and how I’ve gotten really good at writing run-on sentences and removing wedgies in public without anyone noticing (I hope). BUT THEN, I realized that I don’t take myself that seriously and neither should you. Here’s to another year of RIDICULOUS.

+ gay men and straight women, hahaha

+ gay men and straight women, hahaha

(Source: lolsofunny, via hanz156)

Just how I like it.

Just how I like it.

How donuts are really made. I KNEW IT. View high resolution

How donuts are really made. I KNEW IT.

SIX HOURS

I have 6 hours of straight testing ahead of me tomorrow and all I can think about is HOW AWESOME IT IS TO FINALLY BE EMPLOYED.

And, as a prefinalslookatwhatispentallmytimegigglingatinsteadofstudying ritual:

lol.

Thank you finals week

for my loss of sanity. I definitely just ate a raisin bread peanut butter and jelly sandwich while listening to the “Peanut Butter Jelly Time” song. And it was awesome. 

There’s something not-so-beautiful

about waking up the morning after you stayed up while most people were sleeping.

IT SUCKS.

There’s something beautiful

about being awake while most people are sleeping. The way the air smells and feels untouched. The way the lights seem to flicker and glow outside my window as if they were all searching for each other. The way everything suddenly seems to have a story behind it. The way music paints colors around my room and every motion I make becomes part of an interpretive dance. The way I can talk to someone and feel like we’re the only two people in the world. The way the world seems so quiet, calm, and at peace that, at that moment, nothing is wrong. Everything is right. 

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