#prince:start

[wtfabel]

abel: i think someone puked in my shoe

abel: don't ask me how i managed to lose it to give someone the opportunity to bcuz i don't know .. ..

abel: but point is someone owes me some new fucking shoes

[indigvs]

“ picture this: i’m in my advertising course, minding my own business, designing a mock print ad for nike and it’s all about inclusion and personal victories and different body types and whatnot ... and then my teaching assistant walks by and tells me that ads for the class were supposed to be about a certain type of candy. which like, tell me before i get to the final design stage maybe, dude? but then it gets worse, because he tells me that i should design an ad for jelly beans. and i almost flip a table because i’m convinced he’s being a smart ass on purpose. like, who on this campus doesn’t know i stuck a jelly bean up my nose and ear simultaneously once? it’s unfortunately as well known of a fact as the fact that you don’t eat the vegetarian sushi at the dining hall, because the cucumber they use for it tastes weird. but yeah, in the end, the guy smiled like the cheshire cat for another five minutes and then moved away to go torture someone else about their ad. — you know, now that i think of it, he might actually be the guy who took my big to formal last year and then tried to sleep with my grand-big instead, so honestly, i don’t even know why i’m surprised. ”

[plsjcmes-blog]

         james is freshly showered and tired as hell as she treks across campus, hair at the top of her head and her backpack nearly weighing her down. between a long day of classes and probably the most grueling practice of the year ( so far ), she could quite literally curl up on one of the benches outside and call it a night. she had contemplated packing her pajamas to put on after practice, but a pair of shorts and an old shirt from her high school would do. james is in desperate need of food as she enters the dining hall, swiping her card and instantly getting herself two plates of what was served that day. she scans the densely populated area until she spots a familiar face, walking over and giving a small smile. ‘ is this spot taken? ’

[elliotcameron]

elliotc49: two weeks ago i said under my breath that doing zombies as a theme for a photo project was overdone. elliotc49: now i’m kind of thinking he modeled this zombie after me. elliotc49: what do you think

[bvrches-blog]

@nemosfinn: yo does anybody know why it takes so fuckin long to walk across campus? 😪

[blairist-blog]

     “ yeah, no. “ she wasn’t talking to them; her attention was fixated on her laptop. they were supposed to be studying together, but after about thirty minutes of reading what she could only describe as a love letter to argyle and tweed, she had given up and decided to switch to buzzfeed articles instead. she could always catch up on what she was supposed to be doing later. better yet, she could fake her way through a conversation with someone who actually did the assigned readings and get her information that way. realizing what she’d done, she looked up from her computer and at the other. “ not you. i’m watching people train like lebron james. i think i’ll stick to pilates. “

[attiisms-blog]

“see, if you ask me,” ( for the record — nobody asked him. )  atticus paused briefly to lean forward, settle into his seat with his elbows on the table like he doesn’t have any intention of moving anytime soon. and that listening to what he had to say wasn’t really a choice. “everything on the news is total bullshit. i mean, sprinkle in a little truth here and there so people don’t catch on, sure. but it’s all sensationalized to hell and back to either keep people distracted from what’s really going on or a fairy tale someone pulled out of their ass to keep people watching long enough for the company president to buy another mansion with the ad rev.” 

[farrhells-blog]

“  tell me why pike weekend always has to land on the same weekend that i have to study for a big ass exam. pike boys are out here trying to fuck up my GPA, i swear. ”