- my english teacher: your essay isn't very well put together
- me: my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations
you know when you listen to a song a whole bunch of times and there is that one line that you never understand and then one day heaven above opens and shines the light and you finally know the words and it’s like an epiphany
We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.
The Breakfast Club (1985)
recent studies show that ur a lil bitch
