I’M HOME ALONE AND MY PARENTS FORGOT TO TELL ME THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE PAINTING OUR HOUSE SO I’VE BEEN REENACTING LES MIS AND I JUST VIOLENTLY THREW OPEN THE WINDOW TO YELL ‘CANNONS’ AND THE POOR GUY NEARLY FELL OFF HIS STEPLADDER
uno is a great card game it’s just filled with smiles and laughter and numbers and colors and everything is right in the world until someone skips you because then it gets real fuckin personal real fuckin fast
“13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names”—poems from my uncles grave (via truples)
“you learn a lot in high school.
you learn about heart breaks,
you learn about losing friends.
you take your first sip of alcohol,
you might even smoke your first cigarette.
you’ll go to your first party and get wasted.
you might even get a car.
people show you how unreliable they are,
how easily they could leave.
you learn to be alone,
how to live with your thoughts,
how to force yourself to stay strong,
how to stay mentally stable.
you learn a lot in high school,
but i will never understand the phrase
” the best four years of your life,”
because it honestly has been absolute hell
and i cannot wait to leave..”—Krystal Gonzalez (via memoriesrecollected)