one time we got a new kid in fifth grade and he walks right in and sticks his hand under the stapler and staples his hand and just looks at the teacher and goes “I’m going to the nurse” and leaves


never ever fucking compare me to someone else
the whole point of my existence is that there is only one of me out there
I’m not meant to be compared to someone else
I’m meant to be the best version of me that I can possibly be
so stop

People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.

(via cedarmoons)