me: oh my god please let me concentrate for once
my shit brain: Ra Ra Rasputin. Russia’s Greatest Love Machine.
It’s Murder time at college so everything’s chaos
A few people have been asking so let me explain
Murder’s a game my college does every year where everyone’s given a plastic knife with someone’s name on it. The knives are shoved under your door at midnight and for the next week you have to try and ‘kill’ the person on your knife. If you kill them, you get their knife and have to kill that person, and so on, until there is one lone survivor. You can’t kill someone in the dining hall or in their room, or if they’re naked. I’m pretty sure the prize is a bottle of vodka.
It gets super intense; some floors unscrew most of their lights to make it harder to find the right person, or keep the fire emergency doors closed with black garbage bags taped up so you can’t even see into the floor. Some people walk around in nothing but a towel so that if someone comes at them they can just drop it and be immune. People walk in groups. Everyone’s suspicious of everyone. Friends are no longer trusted. No one and nowhere is safe.
this hit me like a bus
I’ll reblog it till my fingers bleed
don’t shit on people for having self confidence and being happy with their appearance like how bitter are you
you are growing from this
you are growing from this
you are growing from this
If the moon can rise despite the absence of the sun, so can you.
A reminder for all those struggling (via measureinmoments)
hnxy:
date a boy who reads. or better yet date a 37 year old recent divorcee with a highly diversified stock portfolio who’s looking to feel young again and can treat you to what you deserve
Yeah that’s right, be a fucking gold digger, whores.
u sound poor how dare you talk to me
awhhh *.*