That all of your broken pieces
Will stick back together
Dorota and Vanya in Gossip Girl remind me of Smeraldina and Truffledino in Servant Of Two Masters.
female sloths literally scream when they want sex and can be heard up to 700 meters away
The more I think about college the tighter my chest gets and it’s getting kind of hard to breathe. I just wish all of this transfer shit was over!
There were also weird parts of the dream. Like, my high school Social Action teacher, Mr. McWhorter, kept pressuring me to finish his assignment which was to collect and hang (on a hanger) 6 bodies and right an essay on each one. I COULD ONLY COLLECT 5!
And apparently Austin was my dormmate and I was SO HUNGRY before I went to the suicide factory and he let me have some of this giant snack stash after I was done hanging the bodies in our closet.
Okay so I had this dream that at in the end of college you get to choose if you want to die or not. I (in the dream) chose to die. So you arrive to this place on campus in a separate building that is all silver and black. Very sanitary. Everyone is super nice and welcoming except the man on the loudspeaker.
You start on the flat escalator things like in airports after being greeted. You first get your arm sanitized, then get moved forward and get your lethal injection that gives you an hour to live. As soon as I received the shot I regretted it. I felt horrible. Then you are escorted to these comfortable black recliners where you spend the last hour of your life. Then the man on the loudspeaker said “You think your parents want to see you like this? Go change into something respectable.” And then he gave a dress code. We were escorted out of the building to change and I RAN out of there and went to the secretary on the main campus and started screaming for the nurse. The nurse had left for the day so I grabbed the phone and dialed 911.
For some reason it called my mom. I was sobbing and apologizing and just repeating “I don’t want to die. I need help. I need help.” And my mom was just telling me that she loved me and that it was going to be okay. I was almost completely paralyzed from the shot and right before I died
I woke up.
I immediately wanted to go to my mom and hug her and apologize when I woke up. It was awful.
Moral of the story: Don’t eat burritos before bed.
One day, despite all your self-loathing, you will have to look yourself in the mirror and realize that you are a person. And as a living, breathing, beautiful person, you deserve so much better. I hope that when that moment comes for you, the storm clouds part and the sun releases a single perfect beam of light on you, and everything finally becomes clear; you don’t have to search anymore. You are good enough and always have been.
found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom
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who the fuck named toxic shock syndrome am i right i mean tampons are scary enough when you are 13 seriously you couldnt name it something clinical you had to name it DEATH POISON DISEASE
i just told my mom i died at birth and i’ve been a ghost this entire time just growing and manifesting into the daughter she’d lost
and she’s just like
well please go to the light because i am tired of your shit
Do you mean
Next To Normal?
I’m watching this play about how musical theatre is a religion and how Ethel Merman is the voice of god and I’m dying oh my god this is me.
"The Big Voice: God or Merman?"
IF YOU ARE A FRESHMAN IN HIGH SCHOOL RIGHT NOW I ADVISE YOU TO DO YOUR BEST SERIOUSLY I THOUGHT HIGH SCHOOL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN AND I DIDN’T DO SHIT AND NOW MY C’S ON MY FRESHMAN REPORT CARDS ARE KILLING ME IN MY COLLEGE APPS AND I WISH SOMEONE HAD TOLD ME TO DO BETTER SO PLEASE LISTEN TO ME IF YOU ARE A FRESHMAN GOOD GRADES ARE COOL