Last year this time I was in France celebrating July 14th. Actually I was not celebrating, French people where but I was there partecipating and now it feels not just 2000 km away. It feels as if I was not even me, as if that memory was more a story I heard rather than what I experienced myself. It was just 12 months away…to feels a life time
three word horror story: The beep test
OKAY SO AT MY FUCKING SCHOOL ITS CALLED THE FUCKING PACER AND THAT JUST SOUNDS FUCKING TERRIFYING ENOUGH BUT THE FUCKING BEEP TEST SOUNDS LIKE A GODDAMN ELEMENTARY GAME BUT FUCK NO THIS IS HELL AND EVIL WRAPPED INSIDE A GYM OF SELF LOATHING AND SWEAT
what the fuck is the beep test
someone please educate the innocent
You run until you die
Is that Hunger Games practice?
I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.
O honey… This is a phase called courting