The Fanta Sea
This is my place to dump all of the contents that my strange little brain may hold.
I'm thoroughly convinced that this isn't real life
My first instinct when I see an animal is to say “hello”.
My first instinct when I see a person is to avoid eye contact and hope it goes away.
(via pinkhairedfreak)
i enjoy long romantic walks to the liquor store
(via prestame-tu-sueno)
:3
yeah i skype with my dog. WHAT?
haven’t spammed my face on here in a second :3
Me as classes let out in a mad rush of students here at SUNY Delhi
The dehydration of sugar in sulfuric acid, science motherfuckers.
Mmmm, a nice steaming cup of-HOLY FUCK.
SUDDENLY SCIENCE.
TELL ME THIS ISN’T THE COOLEST THING YOU HAVE EVER SEEN
SCIENCE ERECTION
(via atomic-demonic)
GPOY :3
So here I am again, finding myself moving for what feels like the billionth time. Ugh. I hate packing. Also I wish people would stop giving me “stuff”. Stuff for Xmas, stuff for my birthday, stuff for no reason, stuff because they don’t want it, and stuff because they think I need it. I don’t. And the worst part is I feel bad getting rid of it. So stop buying me stuff. It just makes me have to pack and move it. If you really want to give me something, make it money. Or music. Actually, just give me a hug. I’m poor and lonely, moving into another college atmosphere. Hugs appreciated always. Stuff not so much.
