Dieters live in the Fast Lane
Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with
Kill everybody you close with, just don’t stick your nose in…
My bullshit, cause I close it like a clothespin
The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in
arcampbell94:

intelligentwolf:

fr3ntus:

waitingonmyraggedyman:

katiethesatanickiller:

cutwithyourkiss:

dame-gaby:

sweettitties:

buildfortsoutofsheets:

thisworldisourr:

The most difficult one minute of our Elementary childhood.

omg this stressed me out like no other

Quick, do all the zeros and then comeback for the rest.

no you know what it was a goddamn race
it was all about being the kid who flipped their paper over first and then looked at all your peers as they hear the flutter of paper
so much power

The teachers used this as a weapon to pin us against eachother

the legal hunger games

The Number Games

ITS NOT AS BAD AS THE MULTIPLICATION ONES THOUGH

I LITERALLY CRIED EVERY TIME I WAS HANDED ONE OF THESE!!!

These tests are the reason I almost didn’t pass the third grade. 

arcampbell94:

intelligentwolf:

fr3ntus:

waitingonmyraggedyman:

katiethesatanickiller:

cutwithyourkiss:

dame-gaby:

sweettitties:

buildfortsoutofsheets:

thisworldisourr:

The most difficult one minute of our Elementary childhood.

omg this stressed me out like no other

Quick, do all the zeros and then comeback for the rest.

no you know what it was a goddamn race

it was all about being the kid who flipped their paper over first and then looked at all your peers as they hear the flutter of paper

so much power

The teachers used this as a weapon to pin us against eachother

the legal hunger games

The Number Games

ITS NOT AS BAD AS THE MULTIPLICATION ONES THOUGH

I LITERALLY CRIED EVERY TIME I WAS HANDED ONE OF THESE!!!

These tests are the reason I almost didn’t pass the third grade. 

When my thoughts are so loud I turn up the music so I can drown out the monsters in my head
the thought of someone else touching you makes me sick to my stomach
(via 59oz)

Dear every person who says that a mental illness is not
a valid reason for not being able to attend school normally,

Say that to the counselor, the school nurse, the paramedics,
and the friend who walked me to the office on the day of my overdose.
Say that to the kids who saw me sleep through first and second period.
Say that to the boy who sleeps in every class.

Tell that to my teacher who had to talk me out
of suicide on a school night.
Tell that to my bio teacher who saw
me break down during a suicide prevention assembly.
Tell that to the housemates who have heard
me call the suicide hotlines.
Tell that to my freshman English teacher who tells
me I look so alive now in comparison to
how dead I looked freshman year.

Say that to any friend who has had to talk me out of suicide.
Say that to any friend who has had to calm me down
after an anxiety attack.
Say that to every friend and follower that has
come to me with thoughts of suicide.

Tell that to the kids who have failing grades because
they can’t focus, the ones who can’t make it through
a school night without having an anxiety attack,
the kids who sleep right when they get home and
straight on until morning, the ones who
have more breakdowns a day than meals a day,
the ones who have spent more time staring
at hospital walls than school hallways.

Tell that to the kids who cry every night.

Tell that to the teenagers in psychiatric wards and treatment centers.
Tell that to the family of someone who has just committed suicide.

Tell them that school is more important than their sanity.

5:58 p.m. (An open letter to ignorance)