AnjelHarte

i favorited a bunch of shit hope you don't mind maggie i also watched this one user on your account whoops -signed clausisdead

Today was my last day of school. My last day of eighth grade. My last day in the hell of Parkhill Jr. High. I will never again  be legally obligated to go inside that building! I'm very much looking forward to bidding farewell to natural light, and spending my days purely with Tumblr and British television. Hurrah! (I've been watching so much Dr. Who and Sherlock lately that I actually say the word "brilliant" in conversation. A lot). However, my friend and I do have other things planned for when I get stir crazy and overly pissed that I can't ACTUALLY travel in the TARDIS. And so I present to you, my summer bucket list: 1.Ride a bike into a

I like to describe my school as 49% Ghetto, 49% Preppy as fuck, 1% freaks, and 1% people who cross into all of the others. I myself am in the latter one percent, and often I act as a bridge. I have friends or at least acquaintances in all of the areas, so I see the snippets of conversation from all sides. There are three topics I find fit into conversations of people at my school: Celebrities, Drugs, and "Ooh, let's talk about people we hang out with sometimes behind their backs and be backstabbing hypocrites." Everyone. Hates. EVERYONE. I know for an almost definite fact that some of the people I associate myself with talk about me behin