at the start of the semester: i'm gonna get a 4.0 gpa
at the end of the semester: perfection is the disease of a nation...pretty hurts, pretty hurts


We all love our grandparents and at the same time wish they would just shut the fuck up like damn

I wish you could be honest with me
For every whisper he would scream, for every drought he shared a drink, for every sorrow there’s a light from our St. James.