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These finals 310% feel like the end of the world. Like…you don’t get it. I work my ass off in class and to study and I get shitty grades, but people like one of my roommates that abuse the heck out of the system, don’t go to class, get extensions all the time for everything…they get awesome grades. 

I feel like a worthless failure and I just can’t handle it. :( I am trying so hard and I’m messing up so badly that I don’t even get out of bed the 3rd time my alarm goes off. 

I used to be so good at this. It was my thing and I was damn proud. I just don’t understand what I’m doing wrong because none of my professors (other than one because she is the most wonderful human being) will tell me. They just keep telling me I’m doing it wrong, that I should know this/know better. 

Fuck sakes I just want to get belligerently drunk for like a month. XP


I messed up so badly that I don’t know what else to do…so I just walk in the middle of the road now on my way to study. Sadly, I haven’t been hit yet. 



avender:


chrissipumpkin:

avender:

its that time of year again…

OWLS?

OWLS.


The currie centre is where your dreams go to die this semester. 

avender:

chrissipumpkin:

avender:

its that time of year again…

OWLS?

OWLS.

The currie centre is where your dreams go to die this semester. 



“You look at me
with disappointment in your eyes
but i warned you
from the start
i really am not
good enough.”

(f.a)



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Idk what I did but karma and life are beating the shit out of me right now.


1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.


This made me cry so much. (via psychognosis)



When your girlfriend gets you sick and you’re just like “could this be love that I’m feeling?” Yes, yes it is. In the form of shared germs. 


When you sneeze & then there’s blood splatter on the wall.


Fuck it All (Honest Final Exam Version) Music Video→

It’s like I’m looking at my own life. 





Danielle. 19. Canadian. Kind of an asshole but I mean I'm in a relationship a pretty, weird little human that has changed my life in a really positive way & I can't thank her enough so that's cool. Unhealthy love for tigers. Have yourself a nice day.

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