"A frail figure stood hunched at the back of the room. The figure's face was exposed in the twilight of the dim lamp in the far corner. A wrinkled lip twitched below two deep, sunken eyes. His nose hung loosely below an indented forehead, lined with a strip of thin, fragile hair.
The old figure heaved himself to a standing position, and rested his weight on a bent walking stick, held by a shaking hand."
Teacher: Where is the place you go to get away from all the drama in your life?
Popular Girl: My boyfriends arms.
Me: My fridge.
he’s quite content with is raspberry
it’s a friday night. all the other girls are out in miniskirts at nightclubs. im at home in my pajamas, hair tied back, no makeup on, drawing a pentagram on my floor and lighting candles to summon satan because i have always been unique thats just who i am.