January 2011
That moment when you're reading a book and you...
magnificent desolation: Whose woods these are I... →
paullouisnelson:
dbaird:
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his…
yes
Sitting alone in class, and everyone comes up to...
myuuu:
ifucmolly:
-killmewithwords-:
urshizzles:
In my head I’m like “BITCH GET AWAY FROM ME,IT’S BECAUSE I HATE ALL OF YOU.”
But I’m like.. “No reason.”
G P O Y with so many of my classes omg.
dallywally:
Expectations:
Reality:
meetmeinmontauk-:
time to leave 4 class~
