i had a health midterm today. i had to write two essays, one about a song that describes sadness and the other about what my life would be like in 2079. i wrote one about tyler, the creator and how he’s a suicidal absurdist and a fucking unicorn. and i wrote the other one about how i’m miserable because i’m fucking 85 and the world sucks and world war 4 hit and no one is happy...
I see that you have made three spelling mistakes.– Marquis de Favras (commenting on his own death warrant)
There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is...– _ Sylvia Plath “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath” (via lashante)