I’ve come to the realization that this is literally the last year when everything is planned for me. After senior year, the bubble bursts and my life begins. I’ve had a rough couple weeks of unnecessary stress, but you know what? I’m happy. I’m loved. I’m cared about. Nothing is permanent, and why should I make things harder on myself? All I need are my close friends, the love of my life, and good music to diffuse the pent up stress. Because I radiate joy.
what if you tried to call off of work and you are just like “im sick today” and your boss was like “i know dude you’re one of the sickest bros here” and you were like “no i mean it im ill” and your boss says “yeah you the illest”
poop is touching u on the inside rightnow
Why would you even think of this I just
Stop. Read this.
That shirt looks great on you.
I like it when you smile
I care about you.
It’s gonna be okay.
I’m so happy you’re alive.
Stay strong, everyone.
This needs to be on everyone’s dash