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the last thing i see after showing my art teacher a stylized drawing instead of a hyper realistic one.

so um. turns out i am not cartwheelable. today has been long.

how the lead guitarist feels showing up 20 mins late to the first concert in the outfit he wore yesterday after not answering his phone all day

my ex gf and i are gonna hang out this summer and if this gets 10 notes i’ll drop all the lore. cuz it’s pretty wild.

got called neurodivirign today and then the bitch played a sick riff on my guitar. wtf is high school man

i was having all my friends sign my shoes at the end of the year and i was talking to someone while my friend clara was signing my shoe and i looked down to see that she signed it Osama B. L. and i took fifty fucking points of psychic damage.

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i fucking love sam winchester dude.

the intimacy of sharing. of tasting drinks without worrying about waterfalling. of trading sweaters. of leaning in, connected by the wires of my 2016 earbuds. of sharing not just objects but space. your head on my shoulder or my feet up in your lap. of sharing not just space but time. of both of us losing sleep just to talk for 15 more minutes. of sharing not just time but knowledge. the “i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but” and homework help. the intimacy of letting someone hold a piece of what makes up your soul. maybe even letting them keep it. i think about it every time i let you borrow my pencil.

they kinda look like a meme template ngl

i hate going to Events. fucking Events man. why are they there. what do they want from me. feels like i always got some bitchass Even coming up.

shoutout to the guy in my ap environmental science class who started losing his shit mid practice exam cuz he didn’t know the difference between independent and dependent variables.

people started to actually think i’m dumb so now i gotta have an academic comeback. :/

i’m in such deep shit right now. such a wattpad situation. i’m a freshman in high school taking all advanced classes. my dad works at my school, teaching students with behavioral issues. despite being an absolute fucking nerd, chill with all these kids, kinda friends with some of them. my dad doesn’t really want me to hang out with them outside of school tho, because they’re known for getting into trouble (drugs, drinking, ect.) well two of them, we’ll call them gavin and kieth, im pretty chill with. they invited me to a prom after party (my school is tiny so all grades go to room) but i couldn’t go because my dad was like “hell no” (fair). WELL YK WHY IM SO COOKED. I KINDA FUCKING HAVE A CRUSH ON GAVIN AND ALSO KINDA ON KIETH. and also i think gavin was gonna ask me to prom but didnt???? or kieth was????? oh did i mention THEYRE FRIENDS?????????

anyways lmk if yall want more info/updates because trust me it gets WAYYYY worse.

the inherent sadness of growing up alongside boys. watching as they are consumed by all the wrong lessons their fathers teach them. no, please don’t grow up. i miss the boy you were before your father hit your mother for the first time. before he screamed and you screamed back. before he said it has to be like this. i still love the memory of you. why must the wind beat down upon you and form you into a tree forever marred by the conditions it was forced to grow in. can i bring you back? shelter you from the wind? i guess i’ll never know. we’re both too grow to go back.

they love me for my patient listening skills and scathing commentary.

calling him manwhore in the same way ppl call raccoons trash pandas. with affection.

ah, yes. my bad. guess i’ll just kill myself.

got offered a mint, a coffee, homework help, knitting lessons, and an edible today. all before 9am. high school.

me when i love someone’s daughter

she’s a ten but she collects old thrifted dolls that look haunted and loves horror movies.

how life feels after a phone call with that one person

when shit is so downhill that you have to put yourself in the soup

favorite genre of confession has got to be “i love you, you asshole” followed up by “i love you, you idiot”

me *having had only a handful of strawberries, two cups of coffee and an energy drink*: why hand shaky :(

so down bad i accused her of witchcraft

have both girl and guy friends is wild because i walked out of a conversation about swords and into a conversation about armpit hair. now try and guess who was talking about what.

reinventing yearning because that’s how bad i want her. haven’t spoken to her in person in over three years and i still stare at her photos, make her playlists, ect. i still sleep next to the stuffed animal she gave me for valentine’s day. every crush since her has had brown eyes.

so down bad for this girl that i had to check and make sure she wasn’t using witchcraft on me.