This blog is an inconsistent piece of shit, but at least I have fun.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
BEST ENJOYED WITH HEADPHONES
LEFT EAR: Mandarin version.
RIGHT EAR: English version.
Enjoy the multiple eargasm…
AAAH YOU ALMOST MADE ME HAVE A LACK OF PERFECTION ON MY BLOG
YOU ARE SO LUCKY I AM AWAKE
HOLYSHIT
guys omg guys guys listen
whoa…..
#OHMYFUCKINGGODTHISISSOFUCKINGAWESOME!!!!!!
i did this while was supposed to be learning. OOOOPS
i did this while was supposed to be learning. OOOOPS
I’M DYING hELP
“Why the fuck ain’t yall laughing” hjfgj
(Source: just-transparent-things)
so can we change “how old are you ?” to “what orbit are you in?”
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This cat knows how to relax
so you say he can dance to anything
im laughing so hard why are people reblogging this again omg
help tumblr has reached singularity
i love this post
Welcome to the post that got me kicked out of the library
you’re welcome
I’m crying.
how diD I KNOW
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her hair will match the color of your blog
This. I must rant:
Six years ago, before everything started, I was a brilliant kid. I would draw, write, play the piano and everything came from the inside, nobody taught me (my parents were against it) and it made me happy. Slowly, depression sneaked in, and I started losing my talent, the very little I had. Before that I would pass all my tests without even looking at the testbook. Now I can’t concentrate and I fail practically everything, I can’t play more than 5 minutes straight the piano and my creativity is absolutely gone, which has left me with nothing, because art was all I had. I sleep way too much and wake up tired. So I went from a kid who shined and was admired to someone who is constantly disappointing people, because they expect me to be as good as I was before, and I aren’t anymore.
I can’t. I can’t study, I can’t rest, I can’t create. Literally, a part of me is dead, and I can’t help it. It makes me so sad.
omg i feel your pain
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duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck duck
goose
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The Yahoo people actually coming to look at the site they want to buy
my mother must be so proud of her lazy, rebellious, anxiety-ridden, depressed child
your mother must be so proud of her strong, smart child who lives each day dealing with anxiety and depression and still holds on
this is beautiful
PLEASE, I’m proving a point to this guy.