I keep getting halfway through long sentimental posts and saving them in drafts instead of finishing them. I’m an unemployed adult right now and I have a lot of feelings that I just want to blog about but I keep getting drunk and watching Bones instead.
Pictured above are the most expensive pieces of paper I will ever own. But I’m honored to have had the opportunity to attend such an incredible university in a great city with great people and pursue something that I truly love. COM commencement was kind of whatever for me, but philosophy hit home because that’s my shit. That is my department and I am both proud and honored to be a part of it.
That time freshman year of hs when myspace bulletins were a thing, I reposted one that was like ‘write your name and if u think the person you copied this from is a prude’ and this one dude copied it from me and was like HELL YEAH LMAO
like excuse me u little shit, could’ve just said ‘yes’
if you’re tryinna troll a former potential sex friend and he doesn’t answer, send him back the impromptu pictures of his dick that he sent you months ago
(thx for the #protip, anna)

New ‘Arrested Development’ Trailer Reunites Viewers With Old Friends, Introduces An Ostrich
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i made sum pancakes
oh my god are you shitting me
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I started writing bullshit but decided to save the long, reflective sentimental posts for later. I just want to say that I don’t think I’ve ever felt so confused, free, or happy in my life and I think I’m ready to live now.
I just took a 36 hour break from everything to reward myself for pulling back to back all nighters, taking two finals, and writing a paper but I REALLY need to start/finish this 10-15 page paper within like 10 hours so I can be done done done with cawledge~~
Our new record (The Wack Album) is coming out soon and to celebrate… (x)
[The Lonely Island Youtube Channel]
:D
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The most realistic thing that I want rn is for college to just be DONE so I could lay in a field and drink a lot of whiskey and maybe play with a puppy and probably cry a little and IDK I’M SO OVER IT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DONE AT THIS TIME TOMORROW BUT “NOPE,” SAID LIFE, AS PER FUCKING USUAL




