I have reached that point about studying for finals where I’m not motivated to do anything but I don’t want to fail so I try to study but it’s not really studying.
Has anyone notice how fucking fast this semester has been going? I mean one minute I’m like fuck yeah I’m gunna do this shit and I’m gunna past and the next BAM EXAMS AND FINAL PROJECTS EVERYWHERE.
Fucking college man.
when someone touches my food without asking.
When someone touches my hair without asking.
- Last week in class: 6 people
- This week in class: 106 people, 5 dogs, 2 cats, and a partridge in a pear tree.
having curly hair is like playing a really scary guessing game where you don’t know what it’s going to do until it does it and the only way to fix it is to take another shower
- falling asleep on someone’s chest
- wrapping your arms around each other
- synching heartbeats and breathing slowly
- falling asleep in big t-shirts and underwear
- forehead kissies and murmured affections