the likely fact that your third short essay about a bunch of dead guys’ work is so stupid that the dead guys wont even let you submit your work as a revenge for ruining their name

U FDONT U NFRERSTANF MY FEELIBFGS

“I will not let her marry a dead man,”

#OH FUCK ME

#JFC HOW DO YOU BREAK A HEART IN A SINGLE LINE

#IT GIVES ME HOPE AND CRUSHES MY VERY SOUL AT THE SAME TIME

#WHOGAVE YOU THE DAMN RIGHT TO BREAK MY HEART WITH A SINGLE FUCKING LINE

#ARE YOU EVEN HUMAN 

#SATAN CALLED HE WANTED HIS LINE BACK

i am so pressured to excel that i kind of shut down during moments like these im not even going to school until 4 pm and my parents know this and i know theyre going to be mad at me and ashamed and theyll tell me “YOU SEE??? ITS BECAUSE YOU KEEP ON GOING TO FACEBOOK AND TWITTER THATS WHY YOU DONT FINISH” why cant i just ask someone for a favor to print???? is that ILLEGAL NOW???? OR ASK ABOUT THE FORMAT???? 

i tell you ive finished one paper but i havent im 75% done with the other and 50% with this one are you happy im breaking down im not eating lunch at school and i feel incompetent and worthless that not even a picture of john egbert with the words dont give up cant motivate me????

i hate you praents and your fucking expectations how do you expect me to shift???? and then you always ask me do you need help AFTER ive cried about it to you meaning you wouldnt even have the initiative to ask me in the first placre IF I DIDNT CRY???? and you wouldve still scolded me for not sleeping

i hate you

but i hate myself even more

thank you for all the self-depreciation

and making me find out that i block things out and intentionally sabotage myself when i feel pressured by you and that i am not even sure what lunch even tastes like now

thanks guys like so much

fuck you snatcher my phone was quality why did you have to fucking steal it merry christmas see you in hell motherfucker

My problem: Procrastination

Possible Solution: Upbeat songs

Ending: Procrastinating while listening to upbeat songs

And I might just be a tad bit jealous at that. Alright. No oasdihaskjfhsdkajfhasdfhasdlfiuhsadfs; I’m really jealous. Go die. Maybe I should make YOU JEALOUS YOU PUNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK 

bam-squared:

Why are you getting angry? Just because you were a little hopeful didn’t mean anything had changed.

“Oh shit.” You say, as you rest your forehead against him. “I’m plan B, huh?” Those are not tears, you are not ruining the makeup that you had spent 45 minutes perfecting over a boy you never even had. God dammit.

You’re angry. You’re really angry. You can’t even explain why you’re angry, because he did nothing wrong. He didn’t. It was your own fault for even beginning to think that maybe you could be as loved as he is.

“Rox?”

This can’t be happening.

It’s been three years. Three years of not even realizing how much it hurt to hear him speak, how much it hurt to be an outside observer of all his barely-there emotions, how much it hurt to see him smile when he wasn’t smiling at you, and how much it hurt to be around him. You never noticed because at least you were around him. But this will never change, you’ll always be second best, always always always.

Because he doesn’t even realize how much he’s done for you, how much he’s made you fall in love with him. And because the amount of impact you’ve probably had on his life is about as much as a dead fly on a tiny windshield.

Why did you never realize how much it hurt? And how much you just hated him for that?

From the fanfic The Simple Approach

I-I hope you don’t mind, herosandwich- ;3;

I had to draw this

because

of reasons

;U;

MAKORRA IS CANON

WHAT 

DAMMIT

THIS

IS WHY

I CAN’T HAVE NICE NICE BLOGS TO FOLLOW

/SOBS FOREVER SPOILED