tomorrow i’m attempting the “wake up at a ridiculous time to do work before lectures therefore leaving an hour or two in the evening for napping and/or crying” technique which is apparently a pretty standard oxford way of life
my 6:15 alarm is going to hurt like a motherfucking bitch i have not seen that time in years
if u weren’t in the glee fandom from 2009-2012 then u can’t possibly understand… u have no idea… what it is like… what i’ve overcome… u have no fucking clue
interrupting conversations to point at dogs in public
Talk shit get hit.
best delivery of a verbal bitch slap in cinematic history.
went to town to buy milk and paracetamol and came back with a solar powered flower
i’ve made some poor choices today
officially matriculated into oxford university way ho