Parker Staff . Don't even fucking look at me.
police: OPEN THE DOOR NOW
me: um not if you keep yelling
you wake up with your vision completely obstructed so you reach your hands up to your eyes to find a blindfold there. "where am i? is this…heaven?" *removes blindfold* ”nope, it’s hell the scent of febreeze can mask ANY odor!" satan remarks before he kicks you into a waiting fire.
the sound of high heels on the pavement as you walk is the ultimate power trip, like you could be buying milk or on your way to assassinate someone
so this girl at my school was mad at me so on facebook she sent me
instead of correcting her spelling, i just took her profile picture and made this and sent it to her
she doesn’t get it
i think what i dislike so much about school there’s this shove-down-your-throat emphasis on exams, and grades, and coursework, to the point where (as a person who enjoys learning) i don’t enjoy what i’m being taught. to the point where it can make me mentally unwell, and there’s really something fucking wrong about that.
THIS IS SO FUCKING ACCURATE. TOO ACCURATE FOR WORDS.