Textbooks are fucking expensive, and if your professor doesn’t require a physical copy (most don’t - they just want you to have the book at hand. Or maybe even not. Some professors literally give no fucks about whether you have the book or not) and you don’t mind having your…
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”—(via loveyourchaos)
omg i was really high last night so i called this thai place that’s open late and the second i start ordering on the phone, tommy is just looking at me trying so hard not to laugh cause i answered the phone in a way that i thought was normal but apparently i just looked and sounded so ridiculously high. & the look on his face just made me laugh so hard and it was incredibly difficult to get through the phone call oh my gosh i just wanted some chicken satay to satisfy da munchiez but i could hardly speak cause i was crying from laughing so hard and the lady kept asking me to say my name and i’m like s…aaaarahhhh. s-a-r-a-h but i’m saying it through stifled laughter and she had no idea what i was saying and tommy’s just like keeled over dying almost peeing his pants and i blame him entirely for my struggle but honestly it was so fuckin funny though i was like i don’t think i can show my face in this restaurant and he just wouldn’t stop laughing at me and when we finally got there to pick up my food i seriously did not think i had it in me to contain my laughter and as i got out of the car he’s like “your thong’s showing” and it WAS like SO MUCH and that just made me laugh harder and when i got in there i could hardly look the lady in the eye omg i had to turn around and like bite my mouth to keep myself from laughing. but in the end i got some delicious thai food.
“His breath was warm on her neck as he bent his head, resting his cheek against her hair. Her heart beat so quickly, and yet she felt utterly calm—as if she could have stayed there forever and not minded, stayed there forever and let the world fall apart around them.”—Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass (via simply-quotes)
“To get really high is to forget yourself. And to forget yourself is to see everything else. And to see everything else is to become an understanding molecule in evolution, a conscious tool of the universe.”—Jerry Garcia (via 2c-cosmic)
“this is another poem about 2 a.m. and how I’m still at the
machine listening to the radio and smoking a good
hell, I don’t know, sometimes I feel just like Van Gogh or
say, Stravinsky, as I sip wine and type
and smoke and there’s no magic as gentle as this.
some critics say I write the same things over and over.
well, sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t, but when I do the
reason is that it feels so right, it’s like making love and
if you knew how good it felt you would forgive me
because we both know how fickle happiness can be.
so I play the fool and say again that
it’s 2 a.m.
and that I am
the sweep of cigar smoke
another glass of wine
the beautiful young girls
the criminals and the killers
the lonely mad
the factory workers,
this machine here,
the radio playing,
I repeat it all again
and I’ll repeat it all again
and I’ll repeat it all forever
until the magic that happens to me
happens to you.”—Wine Pulse by Charles Bukowski (via iamapatientboy)