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I miss when I never had to worry about anything just having fun. I miss you dad. I love you and rest in peave habebe. I will never ever forget about you bevause simplay there’s no one like you. I love you and I know thay god is taking care of you now.

That feeling when you just wanna kill everyone because they all dont deserve shit. And no one is worth anything. Here’s a lesson learned with personal experience. DO NOT GIVE ANYONE ANYTHING BEFORE THEY START BY GIVING YOU AND THEN SEE IF THEY DESERVE YOU TO GIVE THEM ANY SHIT. and am not posting thia because am mad. Im learning lessons from life. And happy with it. And thats how it goes anyway. I migjt be typing really fast that I cant even see hoq the auto coreect fucked up everything. But yeah thats how it goes. No one deserves anything unless they start giving u smth.


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What's the most illegal thing you ever did?


At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.

So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.

She refused to fix my grade.

In the end, she shit herself on stage.

I didn’t regret it.

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