so der wos dis gurl hu wos totaly in luv wid dis boii in her german class. 1 daii da boii wnt up 2 da gurl and sed 2 her sie sind schön. evry1 in da class laffed n trned away 2 tri n be subtle bt she nu dey were laffin at her. she wos so humiliated she ran out da class in tears n felt lyk she wntd 2 dye. l8r dat nite her parents f0und her passed out in her bdrm wid da words "luv hurts" etched in2 her rist. dey rushed her 2 da hospital bt she had lost 2 much blud n had 2 b put on a lyf suprt masheen 4 2 hole wks. wen she awoke she wos stil deprsed 4rm wot had hapened n stil wished she wos ded. a few hours l8r da boii who 'ad caused al dis came 2 visit her in da hospital but she dint wnt 2 c him bt he insisted so she sed ok fyn. howeva by da tym  he had g0tten da chance 2 c her she wos ded. she had puled out da tubes n stuf wich wer helpin her 2 stay alive. the boii wos devastated n wished he cud hav 1 mor daii wid da gurl of his dreams. he wish he cud tel her dat all da skl kids were actually cryin and withdrawin in jealousy n sorrow ova da sweet words he sed to her. he wished he cud go bk in tym n tell her wot he rlly ment 2 say. if onli da gurl had payed mor atention in german class bcoz den mayb she wud undastnd dat  sie sind schön in english wud b translated to "u r beautiful" bcoz he wos in luv wid her jst lyk she wos in luv wid him and now der luv is 4eva lost n he, lost in misery n guilt, dus da same as wot da gurl did, he carved her name into his chest n put a hart around it. dey were buried nxt 2 ech ova 2 remember wot cud hav ben.

repost dis if it maid u cri.

Now we wait

This instance in particular proves that beneath all that cool pseudo-academic hogwash lurked a very passionate man who knew how important it was to say "fuck" now and then, and say it loud too, relish its syllabic sweetness, its immigrant pride, a great American epic word really, starting at the lower lip, often at the very front of the lower lip, before racing all the way to the back of the throat, where it finishes with a great blast, the concussive force of the K catching up then with the hush of the F already on its way, thus loading it with plenty of offense and edge and certainly ambiguity. FUCK. A great by-the-bootstrap prayer or curse if you prefer, depending on how you look at it, or use it, suited perfectly for hurling at the skies or at the world.

I LOVE MY HAIR SO MUCH

118 days

And I will be here

I dont know if I can wait that long

:-(

Thank fuck

The truth doesn't matter

Due to popular demand this blog will continue it's beauty by dedicating itself to my favourite postsecrets as it is all I can be bothered to do

I love this weather why cant it be like this all the time

fuck the poets of the past, my friends 

there are no beautiful suicides

just cold corpses with shit in their pants

& the end of the gifts

The Eggplant That Ate Chicago

!!!!!!! 

It is apparently set to snow around the time we travel to America. Heavy snow. Gonna be sooooo good, I think I may hyperventilate and die from excitement. 

fuck yeah chicago

Finally booked the tickets, along with travels to North Carolina and ultimately Ohio. Now I just want to sleep and wake up in November.

Are you a cigarette?

because you're smokin'
because you're a fag




Really cant be bothered with this anymore because I swear I only have like 4 readers and as much as I love satisfying my avid followers with my intensely enticing entries I have discovered a life outside of my room and instead in the great outdoors amongst the sun, tree, animals, you name it, I am now one with nature and it beckons me outside in its warm, glistening light which I have so come to love and it has so come to appreciate the company I bring to it.

0ldskl

MR SKETCHLEY IS LEAVING AND MOVING TO AUSTRALIA

;-;

h4rtbrkn

My friends are artists

 

#86 ORD

We found tickets to Chicago today. I think that may be the only thing to get me through this summer and college and all that shit. It feels as though someone has so graciously shoved some sandpaper down my throat whilst I was sleeping and left it raw as it is currently killing me. Hmm. At this moment I am having an absolute blast making a powerpoint and putting notes together for this economics presentation we have to give tomorrow. I cannot wait as my confidence is so sky high and public speaking just comes naturally to me. I'm like a social butterfly who wants everyone's attention and gratitude and tomorrow is really a chance to show that off. All we can do is hope that my sore throat doesn't cause me to lose my voice, oh what a darn shame that would be. I know my fellow economists are sitting in anticipation just waiting for this showing. 

Meh.

I hate college !

I am so in love with this song

Happy Birthday Ciara!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Ciara,

    Through thorough investigation and analogy, Hannah and I have managed to piece together the future of which awaits for you. We have chosen to represent this information via a cake for your 17^th birthday, a pivotal point in your life. This letter will briefly explain what it is the cake is illustrating to help you understand and prepare for the journey that lies ahead.

    After studying medicine at university, you will decide it is not the career you wish to pursue and will switch to studying the art of puppetry for four years, taking a year abroad in Taiwan where you will meet your future fiancé, Francis LeOndre. Once completing this course and getting your puppetry degree you will fly back out to Taiwan to rekindle your love with Francis. There you will become a well-known and recognised puppeteer, opening your own business named PuppeGreer which will specialise in the production of puppets, providing lessons on the subject, and organising and performing shows, with your main goal to spread the appreciation of such a creation across the world. Amongst all this, Francis will propose to you during a puppet show in front of hundreds and you, as your puppet self, will tearfully accept. Following this, news will spread of your engagement around the country and it will become one of the most highly anticipated events of the decade. The wedding will be booked for the 27^th of April, 2021, becoming a national holiday. In the year leading up to the day, you will spend precious hours carefully planning and organising the special puppet-themed day. In the months leading up to the marriage you will fall pregnant with a boy.

    This cake shows you on the day of your wedding, five months pregnant and ready to walk down the aisle in your extravagant white dress. The travels of which will later bestow you will be held a mystery we do not wish to spoil. However, what we have chosen to reveal is only the starting chapter of your life, and the rest of which awaits will be even more satisfying and adventurous. Such an existence is something to envy and we wish you all the best.

                                               LOVE YOU LOTS,

                                                          Hannah and Chrissi