I’m seeing you talk, and all I’m thinking about is me pissed that I didn’t get fries.
Sometimes things happen to people and they aren’t equipped to deal with them.
Why am I reblogging a picture of a capybara in a jacuzzi tub what is happening to my life
is no one going to comment on the frickin duck on the ledge?
or the cottage cheese?
what even is this picture?
take a deep breath and repeat after me:
- i am not a letter grade
- i am not a gpa
- i am not a statistic
- i am not just a student
- i am good at something
- i am more than what an institution tells me i am
- i am legend
- i am iron man
- i am the monster parents tell their children about at night
- i am the doctor
- i am a high functioning sociopath
- do your research
- i am an angel of the lord