should i construct or deconstruct? everything seems so fractioned
my whole generation is a.d.d. an none of us is ever here
Telling the substitute teacher the wrong names: a classic. Telling the substitute teacher you are so old and born again every day, that ten thousand names could never define you, that you’re a shadowed mass swirling forth from jupiter, that your father is time and your mother is death, that you’ll swallow any scream of hers as you grow larger and ever larger: a super classic, king of the school, no homework ever.
— Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe (via squandered)
ok i fit the stereotype tumblr girl hates school life and my page in the year book will be a dark one
school also taught me how slow time can pass when you eat your lunch on the toilet