I think when I die I’d like to be cremated. The body burns and the essential ingredients phlogiston the fuck out into the atmosphere and then, no matter how incredibly dilute those bits of carbon become, somebody somewhere will inhale them and maybe incorporate them into their body.
And maybe those bits of carbon will have come from my colon.
Don’t like my Facebook status after ignoring my texts all day. This is not how a friendship works. I’ve received one reply from one “friend” out of all the messages I’ve sent today. Never felt so alone in my life.
Honestly just fuck you all.
so, today this girl in my class asked what the word procrastination meant and i said ‘can i explain that later?’ and my teacher laughed for like five minutes and when he stopped the girl whispered ’ i don’t get it’
(via damn-apathetic)
…And some times I wish I could leave with the night.
