Sat with some friends trying to do chemistry today, in reality they were just mashing my brain by philosophising about the concept of a half. mother of god.
Anyway, looked up to see a terrified boy in my year standing looking at the door frame, mumbling to himself very intently. every now and again he’d check a textbook on the table next to him by squinting at it over his shoulder
he looked like what I feel like most of the time nowadays
sometimes i wonder what my teachers’ otps are.
what if teachers shipped their students
ship wars in the staff room
anonymous hate mail in other teachers’ assignment boxes
fanfiction written by english teachers, fanart drawn by art teachers
the real edgy teachers write teacher/student fics and hope the school board doesn’t find out
(the school board knows and eagerly awaits each new chapter)
#all of those rogue seating arrangements suddenly make sense
(Source: skullmaid)
I think I’ve got a bit of a thing for boys who have good shoes
I mean, good shoes. Think a smart black pair of drainpipe trousers and black patent pointy shoes
Or slim fit jeans and desert boots (the good kind)
Or chelsea boots. Chelsea boots with anything and yes, yes you can buy me a drink
Or even just a good pair of jeans and clean converse. Sorted
- me during shower time: What is my mission here on earth? What would have happened if Hitler got killed before he started the war? What if is there's a bigger force controlling us right now?
- me almost falling asleep: I think I've solved the mystery of Atlantis and the cure for cancer and starving in Africa and the problems for all bad things in the universe
- me during the day: how do I spell house?
