It’s 12:30 am.
I’m writing my GSW essay.
It NEEDS to be 8 pages.
I’m so CLOSE.
Instead of actually writing something,
I’m on Tumblr,
I’m watching YouTube videos.
And frantically adjusting the margins.
This is my life.
~A poem by me
Fuck any kind of school.
Have to write a 7 page paper, have 3/4 of a page and trying to figure out what to do with the margins later around 2am when I only have 5-6 pages.
That’s not even that big of a deal literally all you have to do is search by the name of your project
or arrange by file size and the folder with stuff in it will be on one end
lol that persons brother is a fucking amateur loser
the best part is that this is the actual dialogue
The best part is that this is not a metaphor or slang or anything
The best part is that there is a giant, alcoholic, manic-depressive teddy bear watching tv and contemplating suicide behind that door.
The best part is that this entire show is on crack.
TWELVE DAYS OF WHOUFFLÉ CHRISTMAS
˪ 1 episode: The Snowmen
the “male model type”