✌(꒡͡ ો ̼̮ ꒡͡✌) epoets
how I felt walking out of my *history of material arts* final this morning
On that omnipresent lifestyle tip
"I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it."
The Winter of Our Discontent - John Steinbeck
"She was wearing the same clothes, but now she looked haggard and dirty. The delicate illusions that get us through life can only stand so much strain."
hunter s. thompson
"finding Nirvana is like locating silence."