i hate the term ‘politically correct’. i hate that encouraging compassion and basic decency towards all human beings as a society-wide expectation has been reduced to simple ‘political correctness’, like it’s a chore to be undertaken, like not being a bigot is such an inconvenience. no offence, but fuck anyone that uses that term unironically, especially those who criticise it. truly, fuck you
Author: countessk8
reasons to read oscar wilde: the glorification of people who slack off all the time, hate effort and obligations, and don’t want to talk to their family
The Latin word for raisin is “uva passa” which literally means “a grape that has suffered,” and tell me that isn’t the best shit ever
were you ever mad at someone you truly care then you block them in your life for a reason but everyday you have this urge to accept them back again? not because you want to talk to them but because you wanna check on them, know theyre okay, know theyre fine and know they’re doing well?
anyone else get a fuzzy-restless feeling when you need to do something but your brain won’t focus on anything and you’re silently begging yourself to just do one thing but instead you’re scrolling tumblr even though you don’t even want to be … it’s like your head is filled with heavy electric cotton like you’re both uncomfy and unable to stop

“man ur such a pussy” a jock says to me. i laugh. “well,” i begin, looking up at him and popping the collar of my jean jacket, “like they say,” everyone waits in anticipation, “u are what u eat.” the jock dies instantly, the crowd cheers, obama is there,


