I hate college, I’m dropping out of college, college is the absolute bane of my— oh! my professor just praised me :) I love college, college makes me who I am, when college ends I’ll be so miserable I could die

my notes app is filled with some of the most gut-wrenching, pain-inducing poetry that has ever graced this vulnerable earth

not enough people talk about the “i’m not expecting to live until 20” to “i really want to take care of myself and live as long as possible” pipeline and i really wish people romanticized it more

Ykw teenage academia where it's alternatingly panic!at the disco and my chemical romance and nocturne 20 in c sharp

It's the contrast between 20 unfinished science assignments and notes of "could elaborate less" on your history assignment and your English notebook

It's coffee and overlooked depression and throwing pencils across your room or classroom, pretending they're throwing knives and unfinished insults because nobody ever listens to you

It's looking at August clouds and finally feeling at place even though the world is going wrong, and reciting poetry in your head while the rain beats against the school bus windows.

I am a love affirmation in a world that is still doubting the power of the universe.

-Mehad

music is an old friend. sometimes you grow apart. sometimes you come back together, years later. they’ll still be in the same spot you left them, waiting patiently. they never ask where you’ve been or why you left. it’s not exactly the same but it’s not quite so different either, is it? and what can you possibly say to the friend that never left, never changed, never judged? carried you through things no one else will ever know about? luckily you don’t have to say anything. your friend knows.

absolutely hate how exams remind me of time wasted and now the desire to do art and consume art and be art and to normally just actualise my deepest desires that i could have but i didnt are all tumbling down on me, i have an exam tomorrow, shut up brain 

Texts between me and my best friend and my sketches.

I wonder if I'm ever stuck in someone's mind.

The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation btw. If you even care.

hey (with the intention of spending hours lying beside each other on the grass, pointing out fantastical shapes in the clouds).

why is everything i say so beautiful yet sensual

oh to be a handsome boy's fantasy

not a mod, not a rocker, but a secret third thing (a mocker)