December 2011
“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color...”
– Charles Bukowski (via mourningspirit)
student: can i go to the bathroom?
teacher: no there are kids in africa
student: what
teacher: africa
HAPPY TIMES!!!!!!!!!!! (not.)
I don’t know what to do. We have nothing anymore. It’s a struggle to act normal with you, you’re so distant to me. I cannot remember the last time you’ve treated me nicely or as if I were the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Everything is so different now I feel trapped and unhappy. And yet, regardless to all of this, there is no way in hell I’d give up.
