I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
I pledge to reblog this every time it shows up on my dash
Where do you even purchase swastika socks
Who do YOU think sent them?
Are we not going to talk about the fact someone sent Nick Fury a 3d movie and his attempt to use the glasses?
it was a father and son scheme