Drawing Chairs For An Assignment And Ive Been Laugh Crying For Ten Minutes This One Looks Drunk And I

drawing chairs for an assignment and I’ve been laugh crying for ten minutes this one looks drunk and i don’t know hOW

if you make a post and you don’t get the reaction you want, i have the perfect solution: create 57 different tumblr blogs and reply to your own post to make it feel like you have friends.

my life rotates between three things:

a random shitpost about, like, blues clues

one of those bizarre obama dream posts where obama comes to you in a dream and tells you your future or something

or it’s one of those deeply philosophical posts that uncover the secrets of the universe

can we just talk about Ship in a Bottle by fin for a quick sec?

like. it somehow perfectly captures the essence of standing on the deck of an 18th century pirate ship, fighting for the wheel while 16 foot waves crash over the deck, soaking it with seawater while your crew struggles to stay aboard.

^this would have the instrumental version of the song

and also the essence of running down a beach/through a field at 3am

^this would have the original version

and also the essence of driving super fast down an abandoned street in a ghost town

^the acoustic version maybe?

in any case, it’s a song that’s really good and gives me goosebumps whenever i listen to it.

why do teachers get mad at me when i come back to school ppl after being sick and don’t have my homework? like, first of all, bRENda, it is 9 am on a friday morning in january. i am not even alive yet, and you want me to speak french? second: i was home sick for the better part of a school week for a REASON. that reason? i was ILL and therefore unable to focus, stay awake, or stop myself from sniffling or blowing my nose or coughing. the whole reason i wasn’t at school was because i was unfit to be at school because learning would be hard in my current condition of brain fog and cold medicine haze. and you expect me to do the homework? in FRENCH? absolutely no. 1000000000000000000000% no. if i did do the homework it would be half incomprehensible and the half that was legible would probably be some crazy story about 2 vending machines that fall in love that looked like it was scrawled by a delirious person. and you want me to write in another language? ha! so no, brenda, i don’t have my french journal completed. and if you ask me to hand it in, i will stare into your soul until i find your insecurities and i will use them to pound you into a heap of red pen ink, pencil shavings, and ground caramel latte Keurig coffee grounds. i will end you.

can someone finish this post because i’m