my thoughts at school
me: okay that's cool, just stop in the middle of the hallway, i have all day
me: she’s a bitch
me: you need to go back to first grade
me: i’m hungry
me: you got some face on your make-up
me: ugh
me: why did you bring your designer bag to school
me: ew
me: i’m tired
me: stop screaming you’re right next to her whore
me: fuck my life



kairosclerosis

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.