Through stained glass eyes
And colorful tears
you blink your eyes and it’s been 3 years,
and suddenly every night doesn’t end it tears.
you get over that guy, you find new friends,
you see that the bad times come to an end.
you find yourself in music in books,
in concert halls and corner cafe nooks.
and you have every right to be proud my dear,
you saved yourself; you conquered your fears.
and maybe i will do this again in a year or two,
but for now i’m just so happy for you.
A letter to myself. You made it kid.
a follower said they needed to be cheered up. so.
i hate math tests because all throughout the chapter it’s like really easy shit and then you think you’ve got it and then the test is like
if i throw a triangle out of a car and the car is going 20 mph and wind resistance is a thing that exists, how many cupcakes can pedro buy with one human soul
I’ve never seen a more accurate post explaining math tests
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