My name is Morganne. Chance Grahl is my poison of choice.

 

phantom-ofthe-troyler:

DON’T YOU

FUCKING DARE

TELL ME THAT SCHOOL ISN’T HARD

I KNOW YOU’RE GROWN UP

I KNOW YOU ARE MY PARENT

I KNOW YOU’VE ALREADY BEEN THROUGH THIS PART OF LIFE

BUT SCHOOL HAS GOTTEN HARDER

AND HARDER

AND HARDER

 AND TEACHERS ARE UNFAIR TO ME AND ASSIGN TOO MUCH

AND THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND THAT WHEN I AM TIRED

I CANNOT DO WORK

I CANNOT SUCCEED ON A TEST

I CANNOT FUNCTION

BECAUSE

I

AM

FUCKING

TIRED

OKAY?

(Source: troye-troye-thefabulousboy)

44th-st:

jedavu:

Artist Creates ‘Decaying’ Paintings As Visual Representation Of Neglect

by Valerie Hegarty

If I had some visual arts for school
I would have done something similar to this for my hsc

unexplained-events:

Hobo Nickels from the 1930s

Hobo Nickels are a form of sculptural art. The nickel was favored due to its size, thickness and softness. Even though the medium was popular amongst hobos due to its cheapness, it is a generic term as it was used by many different kinds of people.

I am allowed to exist.

fatpunkbabe:

No matter my size, no matter my health. I am allowed to exist and I should be able to do so without persecution.

madblackgirl:

"guess since im a white man im not allowed to have opinions"

your opinions have shaped the world we live in today not being catered to for 83.9 seconds will not fuckin kill you

*promotes the same kind of racist hate that you’re fighting to abolish*

(Source: blackfemalepresident)