I just want to be on drugs right now. Not on account of some underlying, developing, addictive craving, but solely because I need to stop myself from thinking. I think too much, and it stresses me out to the high heavens. Oh god, someone get me some MDMA so I can just fell amazing about myself, my life, my future, my personality, my goals….this is bad. I shouldn’t feel the need to get...
All I want to do is be outside, chain-smoke cigarettes, have sex, eat grapefruit, be seriously impaired on a combination of drugs, listen to people talk about the meaning of existence, forget about all my issues…. be happy and not give a single fuck. ….but I’m in the library.
Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of...– Pablo Neruda (via philphys) It reads better in Spanish, but no denying Neruda certainly had a way with words….
My brain HATES ME.
So basically, this weekend just hasn’t been real.
The amount of work I need to do within the next two weeks is ridiculous. I love BU, but switching to a science major has just shown me how miserable a work load I’m going to have for these next few years…..then graduate school. Let’s just hope it’s worth it in the end…
Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.– Victor Hugo (via philphys)
Pretty cool →
Archaeology’s just awesome.
Booty called at 2:15 am……it’s Wednesday of finals week. Oh boy.
I love happy couples. And by love, I mean incredibly jealous of.
It’s not that things are that bad now, far from it actually….but I just want to be at the point of my life that I know I’ll be in 15 years…and I want to be that way now. Does that, even remotely, make sense?
Scale of 1-10, how weird is it that I just really want to grab a coffee and catch-up with a few of my high school teachers?
CAFFEINE. NICOTINE. CAFFEINE.NICOTINE. CAFFEINECAFFEINE.NICOTINE. CAFFEINE.NICOTINENICOTINE. CAFFEEIINNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
You know what’s fascinating? All the research I’ve read about what would lead a person to begin smoking when they know how detrimental and addictive it is concludes that it, largely, has to do with an unresolved desire for control in respect to mental illness and a need for stability. That’s pretty cool.
All it’d take would be for people to truly value and respect me.
It’s dishearteningly terrifying to think how fucked up a life experience one has to work through to genuinely become accomplished and appreciative
All I want to be is someone completely different from who I actually am.