In sorrow seek happiness.

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

LISTEN-

Not all of them. 30 and 50 aren’t spelled with the letter e in it …

father god 

…if you can split a number in half evenly, it’s even. 30 and 50 are odd.

25+25 = 30? You sure about that??

Lord have mercy….

Bye

3 days into 2018 smh

LMAOOOOOOO

It keeps getting worse.

LMAOOO WHAT IS GOING ON

My head hurts…

This is why that Tumblr University shit was the dumbest idea ever just look at this

who failed yall?

IM SCREAMING

You whole ass forgot about eight - a number with an e and is pretty fucking even

3 days until 2019 and we’re still here

i hate this

How did this post get worse

Literally just romanticize your own life. What’s stopping you. Who will care. Commit to enjoying things. 

Sylvia Plath was right

About what?

“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

Drink water, get plenty of sleep, go mad in the forest, speak with the dead, take your meds, don’t talk to cops

i am a vegetable medley and god is sautéing me on medium high heat 

idk why everyone took me saying this as a bad thing… it translates to “i am becoming delicious” 

art is open to interpretation

Men be like

technically we’re ALL, always LARPing, because the Self is only a construct,

I want a new character

Then make one.

Wow I don’t understand math at all

do u ever get like water hungry…

Thirsty?

water hungry

You don’t want to be rich. You want to live freely.

That’s it

that’s it, man.

i am absolutely dragging myself through grading my last 6 papers, it is 9:30pm, and one of my favorite students has just used the phrase “Satan and his Gucci gang” in his milton essay

Give Hector an A

“do not mistake composure for ease”

DO NOT MISTAKE COMPOSURE FOR EASE.

*realizes I exist outside of my own perceptions of myself and that people probably talk about me sometimes* what the fuck