I don’t pity you. I pity all the time and energy that was wasted on you when I knew you were a worthless piece of shit from the beginning. I pity the air you breathe, the ground you walk. I pity everything which has tolerated your existence. I feel no pity toward your being. However, I do feel hatred— bristling, fiery hatred.
Taking a picture with my friend
leilockheart: tumblr-funniest: She ends up looking like And I look like And she’s the one saying ”OMG! I LOOK TERRIBLE! DELETE IT!” And I’m like Featured at Tumblr’s Funniest Posts Happens to me every time.
I'm just going to pretend like I'm happy
Even when I’m really not.
Do You Wanna Go To School?
how about tomorrow? how about next week? how about next month? do i want to go to school next year?
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.– Haruki Murakami (via kari-shma)