I had a dream where every person, at exactly midnight on new years following their 22nd birthday, they possessed the body of their soulmate and people ran around trying to figure out who they were so that they could find eachother, and they left notes for the body’s owner to find with their address. And there were some language gaps so people had to translate it and travel to different countries carrying the notes they were left, and it was great
omg I wore my Fall Out Boy shirt to Saturday detention (so people knew I don’t fuck around) and apparently this teacher is a fan because long story short for the past 3 hours I just ate Dunkin Donuts, listened to all of FOB’s discography and discussed the importance of music with this guy then he let me out early. if that’s not punk then idk what is
nobody in college gives a shit ive seen peope walking to class in heavy snow in sweats and a tshirt and flip flops ive seen people wear studio headphones in lecture ive heard so many professors curse its really some next level shit and high school did not prepare me for it
I was not prepared for university particularly this one lecturer that would slip in a photograph of fisting into presentations to check we were paying attention
if you start talking to me everyday and night, i’m obviously gonna get attached to you. even if i never planned to in the first place, i will. so before you start getting close to me, make sure that you won’t just suddenly leave me. cause you know, that happens to me a lot.