If there’s one word to over-arch my college experience, that’s the one. UW-Madison is notorious for game day ragers, reckless house parties, and a drunken Mifflin and Halloween. My time at UW sounds more like 6:30am practices, lifts, conditioning sessions. Crammed to fit my academic schedule of grueling 16+ credit hours. What are my true priorities? I can’t even decipher what I want anymore.

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I always furrow my brow and purse my lips when I start typing on tumblr. I guess happiness is just a complicated matter. But in essence, it really doesn’t have to be. It’s how you look at a situation, what you can take away from it, and how well you can keep your thoughts separate from the critics.


I always have these unique though provoking ideas running through my head when I scroll through tumblr. Then I click Text Post, get a blank page, and lose everything.

Da frack?


Missing summer.


If you’re lucky, the luckiest person on the entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.


I fuckin love senioritis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Welcome to senior year.

A year of zero productivity, staying up reading old tumblr posts, and doing absolutely fucking nothing! Going along with the zero trend, I give absolutely ZERO fucks. NADA. NONE. ZILCH. Don’t give a damn about class, caddy, backstabbing friends, or stress. Gimme alcohol, parties, and wild nights. Yup, that’s about it.

Quite the welcome back post, ain’t it?



I’m not even hungry anymore. If I eat any ounce of food, I feel that I’m going to throw up. Hell, right now I feel like I need to throw up. Yesterday I ate an apple, some pretzels, and a meager bowl of Filipino food. Is it really a lost appetite or is it just me forcing myself to think that I don’t need to eat, that I don’t need food, that I can’t eat in order to get skinny. In all I haven’t been feeling myself lately. I’ve been over-agitated and I just don’t want to socialize with anyone; I’m being ruder and bitchier than normal and no- I am not on my period. I’ve been feeling dead. No energy. No hopes. No nothing. 


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I’m a lesbian
 so i must have a crush on every girl i see.

I have alot of guy friends so i must be fucking every single one of them.

I smile alot, so i must have the perfect life.

I listen to reggae, so I must be a stoner.

My opinion matters, so I must be a bitch.

I’m comfortable with my body, so I get around?

I’m friends with a lot of guys, so I’ve must have hooked up with all of them.

I like to help out, so I must be a suck up.

I’m black, so I must be ghetto.

I’m black, so I must be stupid.

I’m Mexican, so I must be low class.

I’m bisexual, so I must get around.

I’m straight up blunt, so I must be a bitch.

I like to drink, so I must be an alcoholic.

I don’t hang out with guys, so I must be a lesbian.

I cut myself so I must be emo.

I’m bisexual, so none of my girl friends can feel safe.

I laugh and smile, so I cannot be depressed.

I like spending my day at home, so I don’t have any friends

I am gay, so i must be bullied

Most of my friends are dudes, so I must be a tomboy.

I’m on Tumblr, so I must have zero friends in real life

I’m a Muslim, so I must be a terrorist

I make alot of mistakes so I must be stupid/retarded.

I strongly defend LGBT so I must be gay.

I’m from a broken family, so I must be a rebel.

I like rasta colors, so I must smoke weed.

I’ve had sex, so I must be a slut.

I’ve made mistakes, so I must be untrustworthy.

I really love him, so I must hold on.

I’m a Filipino, so I must be a maid.

I really love him, so I must be taken for granted.

I’m a Politician, so I must be corrupt.

I’m Blonde, so I must be really stupid.

I’m wearing a black shirt, so I must be emo.

I wear make up, so I must be a flirt.

I make alot of mistakes, so I must be hated.

I am a teenager, so I must be misunderstood.

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