a cozy art for a stormy weather.
when i walked into one of my classes, written on the board was: “500 word essay, due in 10 minutes and worth 100 marks” and i fell for it and started writing an essay i hate myself
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when i walked into one of my classes, written on the board was: “500 word essay, due in 10 minutes and worth 100 marks” and i fell for it and started writing an essay i hate myself
my art teacher tricked us into thinking that he lost all of our grades in a computer glitch so he gave us a test and we were halfway through it when he said “april fools” so we all crumpled our papers and threw them at him
tbh i’m done with all the stories involving gay men where r my queer teen girls. i want stories about girls in love with their best friends, girls in love with the cute girl in her art class, bi girls struggling over their identity, ace girls dealing w gross boys who complain about the friend zone. where’s my story where the nerdy/bad girl is in love with the popular girl. where r my stories about queer girls where are they
romeo romeo
where the fuck is you, romeo
Fuck you, the original line in Romeo and Juliet is “Wherefore art thou”. And maybe if you stopped being an assumption-making bag of fucking asshole, you’d know that wherefore does NOT FUCKING MEAN “WHERE”, WHEREFORE MEANS “WHY”.
SHE’S ASKING WHY HIS NAME IS ROMEO. FUCK ALL OF YOU. FUCK ALL OF YOU HARD UP THE TOENAIL. I TAKE MY SHAKESPEARE SERIOUSLY AS TITS.
romeo romeo
why the fuck is you romeo
I was in art class today, a girl was crying and her friend was comforting her but she kind of just stopped and was like “I’m sorry about what happened but where did you get your eyeliner? it seems to be really good” like it didn’t smudge or anything. then the girl that was crying sniffled and said “it’s sharpie”
i thought this was going to be emotional
are you a gold or silver person… are you a cherry or a watermelon person… are you an art hoe or a music hoe
for me makeup tutorials are less about learning how to do makeup and more about watching this beautiful girl doing art on her face
concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe.
There’s two types of Autumn:
autumn : the greatest season of all.
Well at least if I end up in hell I won’t have to live through cold and rainy winters
