No one questions tumblr’s obsession with skeletons and I can only assume it’s because we all know we’re skeletons….. on the inside.
Studies show that listening to music while running..
oh I don’t run. Fuck that study. *scrolls on*
people say ‘I love you’ in a lot of different ways
'get some sleep'
'here have my fries'
'Im gonna draw you something'
"for every hour you spend in class, you should be spending three hours studying" how bout i take a nap instead
we joke about procrastination but nothing is worse than the nauseating feeling of having every intention of doing something but physically not being capable of doing it and then feeling like you want to throw up because the deadline is just getting closer and closer.
Am I the only one who’s soul is like, “…maybe eat some Doritos?” My soul doesn’t seem to scream out for things…or possibly it is speaking a language I don’t know…
do you ever write a message but halfway through you think “you know what fuck it they dont even care” and delete it