KITCHEN FLOOR 12:37 HOMEWORK HANGS WITH JESS AND MOTHAAA.
KITCHEN FLOOR 12:37 HOMEWORK HANGS WITH JESS AND MOTHAAA.
“80, 90, 20.”
“I should make a tv show.”
“What if I lick it and fold it?”
“I don’t know anything.”
/sings an advertisement jingle about Joe.
One of her eyes is jarred squinty.
“Pebble.” /throws a stone at Daisy.
I’m dying. It’s nearly five am. I’m gonna go sleep until seven am.
What a good chick.
I hate being scared. I don’t want to feel like this.
Literally Jesse and I in a nutshell.
(via thefivestagesof-grief)
Aaanything I guess. Meh, probably anyway.
Set it ablaze and thaw me out.
Quit it
(via thefivestagesof-grief)
(via moreofmorton)
I know you do. I know I don’t make it easier sometimes. But I’d give anything to heal your wounds.
Stay up until 3am, sleep in until 10:30, toast, shower, clothes, teeth, bought two big mushrooms for lunch, walking to school. Touché Amore forever. Less things to worry about. I’m okay.
I AM SO MOTIVATED. Finished the History essay draft. Learnt a whole bunch as I did it, learning about the plus sides of a war is definitely not the easiest task. However, now I have:
I’m confident I’ll get at least two more drafts done and some paintings in between if I can be bothered and I need to stop drinking so much energy drink but damn, my pasta was good, midnight snack is the ultimate wake up.
MODERN HISTORY DRAFT TIME.
Then Art time..
Then Art Prac time..
Then Art folio time..
Then IPP everything because I need to print it tomorrow..
Advise when you’re going into year 12: quit.