I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
to whomever wrote this
my favorite thing to do in the christmas season is remind my overly religious family that this is what cindy lou who looks like now, that she sings in a rock band and how much I love her, then watch as they get really really mad
This is like the best thing ever.