intensional:

i got 99 problems and probably about 94 of them come from my lack of motivation to do anything


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foodchewer:

where can i find some self esteem on sale


okaywork:

when teachers actually start teaching on the first day of class

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iamthemeep:

sodamnrelatable:

trying to talk to someone you really admire

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I DONT KNOW HOW THIS IS ACCURATE BU SOMEHOW IT IS

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radn:

catspring:

i don’t get why we need driver’s training. driving is just like mario kart except slower and you can’t throw blue shells at people

please never drive

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If you were in a different body, would you have the same personality?
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What's the most illegal thing you ever did?
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almanzapedia:

At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.

So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.

She refused to fix my grade.

In the end, she shit herself on stage.

I didn’t regret it.


epochayur:

people that can swim underwater in chlorine pools with their eyes open are not to be trusted


ammit420:

whenever i buy new clothes i take them home and im just like yo what the fuck did i wear before i had this


actualthomasarclight:

ah yes add me on skype so i can be too afraid to talk to you ever

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