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Imagine how funky church service would be if the background instrument was a bass instead of a piano

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I was told I looked more emo than usual, and was asked if I was doing okay…. (I appreciate the concern but guess I’m emo now)

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what if people started wearing scrunchies like some sort of trophy that represented how many vsco girls they have slain

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This morning in art class:

*friend is skinning rats*

“GOSH DARN DOES THIS HAVE BALLS ARE NOT”

*people laugh*

“THIS ISNT FUNNY I AM UPSET”

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Little children: *doesn’t go to sleep*

The Boogey Man: “Fine, I’ll make you go to sleep myself”

-inspired by my AP Pysch class

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My non-existent followers will already know that I have these pink, gold-sparkled, and fabulous suspenders.

Today I wore them to school with an all black fit, with my docs, black jeans, and black collared shirt. The intended effect was to focus all the attention on the beautiful, dazzling suspenders. It worked. Really well. The day goes by, many stares, and many compliments were received. But at the end of the day, my brother clumsily hit his head on the metal corner of an air conditioning unit jutting out of the window. And there was a fair amount of blood.

I was slightly alarmed, I will not lie.

But the funny part was, when we got to the nurse’s office, as my brother was explaining the situation, she left looks at me funny and goes

“Do you… attend this school..?”

At this point I’m a mix of panic and indignation. In my head I was like:

“Do I look like I attend- oh.”

So yeah, I was mistaken for a weird outsider for wearing pink glittery suspenders.

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I’ve listened to Carl Wheezer’s version of Say It Ain’t So too many times, and now the original version sounds odd…

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Does anyone else just stand there in front of their closet trying to simulate how clothes would go together for an entire fifteen minutes before you have to leave for school, and in the end, you simply just throw on the basic flannel and jeans?

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I’ve gotten oil paint on my red sweat shirt and I realized it during math class and I sat there with my head in my hands for a solid thirty seconds

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For context:

My school is very old. Like, built-in-the-Cold-War-Old. Like built-to-withstand-small-bombings kinda old. Therefore, there are a lot of old stuff in places, especially the art storage room. There are sixty year old grumbachers and such.

So today a friend in my class found what I identified to be the projectile part of a .308 bullet.

In the buttons bin.

Awesome.

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I was sent this by a friend and I feel offended but I also agree.

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mfw I went to a thrift store and I told my brother half-jokingly that I would buy suspenders if I found some.

I found some.

Bright, sparkly pinks ones.

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I’ve spent nearly fourty minutes listening to parodies of Feel Good Inc. instead of doing homework

life’s great

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Today my friend from school came to my church with no warning, and the first text they send me was

“i’m behind you”

I was scared for my life

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I have this weird Irrational Fear of suddenly becoming emo. So I’ve started getting into My Chemical Romance, and so I have this incredibly odd thought process that becoming emo is just something that happens, not something gradual. 

Like, I wake up one day, and I have black nail polish, black eye liner, a wolf cut, and my entire closet is full of black clothes. 

idk probably just me

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My friend fr texted me that her dad banned her from saying “your mom” to his face….

what