Seasons change, People Don't

Adrianna. 18. New York.---->Massachusetts

[porchlights]

it should be a law that if it’s raining and you wake up feeling comfy in bed you shouldn’t have to answer to any of your obligations

[millennial-review-deactivated20]

[trulyvincent]

[bastardtime1716-deactivated2020]

me when i suddenly get emotions

[powerfulwizard]

How can some straight women do 95% of the housework and childcare with little to no help from their husbands and still wonder how two women could raise a child together?

[powerfulwizard]

[gothcostco]

not to be too millennial but

no money

[celanon]

no house

[clst]

just avocado

[thebootydiaries]

me: *is left alone with my thoughts for more than two seconds*

me: the suffering begins

[blst-moved84973478489]

happy 4/20 there’s still black men in jail serving unnecessary jail sentences for marijuana possession 

[teenagecrush]

[everybidenjusthavegoodtime]

talking to a gay couple: so who’s the STEM major and who’s the liberal arts major?

[poedad-deactivated20171226]

I said if you don’t bless the rains down in Africa, your mom’s a hoe

[infornograph]

my depression and anxiety teaming up to ruin my day

[drxgonfly]

Love is a Metaphysical Gravity (by Reuben Wu)

[meraquaman-deactivated20181117]

[setheverman]

what’s the mood for february?

[boydefective]

January, but this time it’s personal.

[mo-salahs]

that feeling when you’re putting your makeup on and see yourself transform from 1 to a solid 1.5 

[papasmoke]

In her essay Tik Tok the great philosopher Ke$ha declared that ‘the party don’t start till I walk in.’ which is clearly meant to convey that any recreational gathering is not truly a party until Ke$ha herself arrives.

But what if Ke$ha were to leave the party for some period of time only to then walk in again? This paradoxical scenario in which a party must simultaneously already exist and not exist yet is known as Ke$ha’s Quantum Party and has stumped theoretical physicists for decades.

[apiologies-deactivated20170306]

me rollerblading into my therapist’s office this week with sunglasses and a piña colada: maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,