I’m doing an experiment
INTELLIGENCE IS NOT MEASURED IN YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF MATH
If there’s one thing I will never understand, it’s the front covers of textbooks.
“Gentleman, how can we best create a cover that displays the core concepts of chemistry and summarizes the contents of the subject?”
“Let’s put a guy with a surfboard on it.”
“Fucking brilliant, Jim.”
SCHOOL IS STRESSING ME OUT MY WEIGHT IS STRESSING ME OUT ANXIETY IS STRESSING ME OUT MY FUCKING STRESS IS STRESSING ME OUT
a guy at school today was wearing this damn fine red nail polish and I heard these two girls whispering angrily and looking in his direction so I listened in expecting them to be weird about it and the first thing I hear is “how the HELL did he get it so good did he get it professionally done or something you need to ask him where he found that colour jesus fucking christ are you KIDDING me”
I think this is a good example of how the world should work.
I wish someone would randomly tell me little facts about myself. Not ones that I have already told them but ones they have picked up by themselves because they care enough to notice the little things I do.
I don’t have a ”type”. If I like you, I like you.
And if I like you, you’re pretty special.
Because I hate everyone.