I truly do not know why people want to be friends with me and/or hang out with me. I’m like a fucking sewer rat. I really don’t get what is charming or whatever at all
“I still love you” is the saddest fucking sentence in the whole world
ummmm p sure “the guac costs extra” is actually sadder
"you missed the buffet"
oh, you’ve been studying for 12 hours for your physics exam? well i’ve been writing this two page paper about the narrative structure in perks of being a wallflower, so
My kind of friends very loving and caring towards each other and hateful and angry at the rest of the world
Neon Motel, Lake Tahoe, California
From Vanishing America by Michael Eastman
The end of this semester is the most butter sweet thing that’s ever happened to me
This week, we let Amy and Tina take over EW — and they clearly took the job very seriously, as you can see from their opening letter to readers:
"If you are reading this ‘Letter From the Guest Editors,’ it probably means you have read all the other parts of the magazine at least five times and are in some kind of isolated and desperate situation. If it’s a bathroom emergency, try elevating your feet on an upturned wastebasket. If you are in the trunk of a drug lord’s car, try doing that thing Walter White does where he throws chemicals at the ground and they explode."
i’m so happy
Feeling v shitty about myself and everything in my life ugh
It’s really hard to study for a class you gave up on halfway through the semester