I stop myself and ask “Dom. What are you doing?” and then I proceed to do nothing at all.

commedesenfantsss:

boingboing

karenlouise:

xenitaph:

BEEP BOOP

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(via ann-frankenstein)

I’ve learned to take defeat with a grain of salt this year, and stop crying over every grade that isn’t an A. Look at me, really. I’m finally growing up, even if growing up means hating everything and not trying. I know my passion lies elsewhere and I just can’t be arsed to pursue all these things that irrelevant to my aspirations anymore. I made a BIG mistake by being a fucking try-hard and here I am now, just hours before the exam of the course I’ve basically stared blankly through all year and whined about, and cried about, and I’m not even gonna flinch when I open up that test booklet and quietly accept that I have learned absolutely fucking nothing all year. Who was I trying to prove wrong? Nick? My parents? Myself? Dominique T. Powell, you are not a god and you don’t know everything. You’re an Art Major. You are an ART MAJOR which means you don’t have to be Newton or Archimedes. If someone handed you a crown today and asked you to figure out if it were real, you’d probably doodle a few pictures of it before sending it off to someone who gave a fuck. I know you want to be impressive and go to college and have fun, but for what you want to do, people are going to look at what you created, not whether you know the maximum height of a projectile launched off a cliff at 20m/s. 

Despite his anger he comforts her. She’s pitiful, and he’s a king. 

Why is this on my external hard drive? xD

richwhitelesbian:

i wish every post was this post