Studying for finals is like encountering the silence: the second you look away from the book you forgot what you just read
And now it’s time for one last bow, like all your other selves. Eleven’s hour is ending. The clock is striking twelve.
do you ever see a photograph of someone really attractive from like the 1800s and you suddenly get pissed because they’ve been dead for like 200 years and you probably don’t have a chance with them
Wow, 3D printers have really come a long way.
wait a minute this isn’t my homework
this is tumblr
how did this happen