I’ve noticed this growing trend at MATC for professors to take attendance and count it towards my grade? MOTHERFUCKER if I am paying you to be there why should you care if I’m there or not? You get the paycheck either way, I’m passing my all my tests with A’s yet you’re threatening my spot on the Dean’s List because your tests are so easy I don’t need to show up? YOU ARROGANT BUTTFACE seeing your face has nothing to do with my intelligence level >:(
I’m reading an ethnobotany article for my class, and it just amazes me how much ethobotanists have to love talking about poop. But then they jass it up with words like “feces” and “sherds” to pretend like they don’t get a kick out of talking about poop.
You know I heard people that play with poop were abused as children. And that last sentence just made me think about analyzing abused children poop… Is it different in structure?
Sometimes when I walk around I feel myself floating, my perception leaving my body and prancing beside it. I feel sparkles tingling my skin and the world gets very, very quiet. I am soft as a pedal and free as the wind.
When the wrong something approaches me and snaps me out of my daydream, my body is cold and I am hardened.
Only with you, my love, can I stay so serene.
You are all so fucking haunted.
I don’t care what your face looks like, where you got your clothes, what sort of hopes you have for the sinister states to go away, or what delusions may cover your cringes;
get comfortable with those goblins baby because you’ll never lose all of your fears.
And to anyone trying to hide their seams, thinking if it’s out of sight / out of mind, I believe you are of the most terrified.
The more I understand this concept, the more I can almost see these little strings hanging from everyone. Like, everything could look so happy go lucky or “normal” and yet if I tug on it even the slightest bit, chaos could have a serious frenzy.
Which just makes me think: WHO IS WORSE, the guy who pulls on the strings and brings the chaos to the foreground, forcing you to deal with it? Or the guy who leaves it be and pretends the world is a perfect place?
When my ball python slithers all around me up my arm and through my hair it makes me feel so incredible. And every time I see a mouse or rodent like creature I imagine bringing it home for him and watching him suck the life out of it. Because then he’s really happy with a cute little pudgy belly and the sad little rodent is out of its pathetic misery.
lol wait a sec
so all i have to do is hide my face and take a picture of my tattoo and it gets 100’s of notes?
tumblr you’re a funny creature
Props to my amazing tattoo artist, Dave at Tailor Made Tattoo.
If anyone lives in Madison, that should be your go to shop for so many reasons, I promise you BEST dollar for dollar.
I really want to write something here, or anywhere actually, maybe scream it to the lovely and light lady in the night sky but I sit here blank faced towards the computer monitor in silence because I have been burrowing a deep crater in my soul for so long my echo keeps getting lost.
I hurts me so good.
My room has a very musky scent that smells like fallen leaves, hours old cigarette smoke, and dirt. There are random animal bones scattered across the floor. There is blood on the walls. I am holding my snake while my cat warms my feet. The lighting is perfect and I feel empty inside.
Besides the missing presence of my lover, this is home.