How does one even school?
i just want chicken wings.
holy shit i log on tumblr every couple weeks, i only wanted to share my cravings.
i think i need to do some soul-searching.
Please throw yourself under a bus if you think I’m no ray of sunshine. I’m not here to sugarcoat your shit.
I’m a fucking realist.
This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.
That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.
This is why we download.
Spreading this shit like nutella because goddamn textbooks are so expensive.
not necessarily art related but as someone who couldn’t afford their textbooks this semester this is a godsend
REBLOGGING because after a little digging, I found my $200 textbook for free in PDF form.
friendly reminder that this exists since I know we’re all going back to college soon
I’m such a wimp.
I want to rant but I can seem to wrap my mind on anything.
I dont like this.
I guess here’s a little update on my life since the last time I roamed the Tumblr scene was a month ago:
It’s time for finals.
There’s a wind chill warning for the next couple of days.
My eyes are dry as fuck.
I really don’t know how to feel about the fact that I’ve been fed by a silver spoon my entire life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m completely thankful that I have my family there for me, but I really just haven’t got the chance to face the real struggles of growing up just yet.
As ironic as it may seem, I want to go against what is seemingly the “impossible” for once and overcome it. I want to grow up to be that “grown man” my parents want but are keeping away from me.
Its definitely a troubling experience when certain bits of your past decide to come back to haunt you.
Makes life feel like it is a shitty bandaid that just can’t seem to heal that damn wound.
Be thankful it hurts
It is always better to be half full
If it hurts
It means you are alive.