yesterday no one was answering a question correctly in class and my teacher became so incredibly depressed at our lack of potential that he just


right out the window

(via nubles)




fierce <3

"I didn’t get married until I was 50. I think it finally happened because I stopped thinking it was possible.""How do you mean?""Before I gave up, I was putting so much pressure on myself that I’d immediately be considering and measuring every man I’d meet. It’s not natural to begin a relationship with such a long term view. When I met my husband, I wasn’t looking past that afternoon."

here’s a haiku:

poop poop poop poop poop
fucking shit bags motherfuck
poop poop poop poop poop


The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze, 1874