December 2011
39 posts
reblog if you're sickeningly fucking gorgeous
Say yes before I change my mind.
I don’t know why I feel so awfully depressed today. Honestly, I have 3 days left at this piece of shit school! But all I can do is sit here feeling sorry for myself, and for what? I don’t even fucking know! I’ve been listening to sad music all night and texting friends, trying to feel happy. The prospect of going home makes me happy. But the next three days, and Wednesday...
I just wanna be OK today.
I would like this. But at a lower price. →
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Scars in the Country
I am in the home stretch. Finals start next week, and next Friday I can pack up all my shit and go home. This was the longest semester I have ever had the displeasure of going through. And though I wrote nice things to the incoming freshmen, Montclair can go fuck itself. This was probably the worst 4 months of my life, and it put me in a really bad place. I had no friends, sat in my room whenever...
“Twenty-two years ago, 14 women in Montreal were murdered. The next morning, when...”
– Dave Tough on the École Polytechnique Massacre. (via garconniere)
