when i was in 7th grade i asked my science teacher if there were other colors that existed and we just couldn’t see them and she said no but i couldn’t stop thinking “well how would we know anyway” and that’s how i had an existential crisis at the age of 12
by Fall Out Boy
I wish I could just learn without having to prove to someone that I learned it while being graded numerically on how well I learned something.
what the fuck century was this set in, anyway?
I have less than two chapters left of the fiery heart but my mom won’t let me if the laptop and I can’t look at pdf files on mobile but I’m so restless cuz the alchemists and Adrian and Eddie and jeddie my otp and.. and.. UGH
buying presents for people who aren’t obsessed with anything is fucking impossible…
DO YOU EVEN LIKE ANYTHING?