Some chips, ma'am?
One bad news is enough to crush you. And no explanations or consolations or distractions will be enough.
(Source: the-rossatron)
Did I almost forget what I’m most excited for?
After my paper, I’m changing into raggedy clothes, buying some 2L coca cola bottles, a pack of mentos, heading down to the school field, dropping the mentos in and….
getting drenched in coke.
I’m literally researching on how to get the most mileage out of my coke explosion, into the air I mean.
(Source: trytobebrave)
i realised everytime i do have a title, it’s lyrics from a trashy pop song
and that’s a total of 3 times. Take it off, patron tequila and cheers (you’d drink to anything Rihanna)
no one cares. i dont care either. but do you see what i’m doing here? i’m procrastinating. there should be a new superhero movie called The Procrastinator and cast me as lead. i’d be kick ass.
no i’m kidding. i got it under control. just gotta put my rewards for Ultimate Freedom Like You’ve Never Ever Ever Felt Before Tuesday down and that’d be ample motivation for me to get back on track:
- lunch at a cute lil cafe with amazayn ladies
- possibly a movie with the regulars? ;)
- learn a choreo
- 90210 s04e01
not quite happenin’, but it’s pretty much enough to send me up on a hot air balloon solely powered by joy. the balloon has a name.
it’s called euphoria.
