The worst thing about being sick is that it makes me so intolerant of people. So I’m saying right now, if I’m a bitch to you, sorry. I suggest don’t talk to me till I’m better, cause I guarantee I’ll be a bitch.
Tumblr used to be my outlet for things. Then I started thinking, some people actually know me on here. I don’t know if I want them to know certain things. So now it’s just weird.
completely black tea and sunflower seeds should...
feel like shittt. i just want to draw and paint all day.
so today. in art.
first of all, this girl i hate is in my art class and she’s just so ignorant and stupid in every way. second of all, our homework was to degisn a mask and fully render it and stuff before we get to actually create them irl. now, i’m doing a bunch of dali pantings all smushed together and then dali’s mustache just because i can. and i worked really hard on this drawing and...
FUCK FUCK FUCK
i just looked over and a centipede was fucking crawling down my arm. oh my fucking god. and a giant tick was crawling next to me yesterday, and spiders are fucking everywhere. i hate this weather. BUT A FUCKING CENTIPEDE. AND ITS ALWAYS IN MY BED. im not sleeping tonight. and now it feels like things are crawling all over me and biting me and FUCK why does today suck so much?! D:
Me: you smell like corn.
Him: you smell like beautiful.
... i dont even know. but i like it.
fucking writers block. i have to write a fucking essay. i cant even express feelings about this right now. just.. fucking fuckity fuck. this sucks.
I have a question.
What is the definition of a hipster, like what is a hipster, how do you know if someone is a hipster (yes i know the idea, but whats the exact definition)?
If anyone feels like bitching about shit to...
But I am good for this, like, who can I tell? I hate people, so even if I know you I’m not going out of my way to talk to people I hate to make your life suck. So yeah. That’s all.
LOL cause I have an instagram and nobody knows it so I post pictures for no one to see :’)