I'm 19, live on my own in NE Ohio supporting myself through getting my degree in Chemistry. Your average punk kid with pipe dreams and a love for music and tattoos. I have found nothing ever really gets better, you just get better at dealing with it.
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Being Offended Gives You No Rights
― Kurt Vonnegut (via psych-quotes)
(Source: benigoat, via saltman-1)
Take a look at this. That right there is the mail. Now, let’s talk about the mail. Can we talk about the mail, please, Mac? I’ve been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, okay. Pepe Silvia- this name keeps coming up over and over again. Everyday, Pepe’s mail keeps getting sent back to me. Pepe Silvia- Pepe Silvia. I look in the mail, this whole box is PEPE SILVIA! So I say to my…self, I’ve gotta find this guy. I’ve gotta go up to his office. I’ve gotta put the mail in his goddamn hands otherwise he’s never gonna get it. It’s gonna keep coming back down here. So, I go up to Pepe’s office and what do I find out Mac? What do I find out? There is no Pepe Silvia! The man does not exist, okay. So, I decide, ohh shit buddy, I’ve got to dig a little deeper. There’s no PEPE SILVIA! You’ve got to be kidding me, I’ve got boxes full of Pepe! Alright, so I start marching my way down to Carol in H.R. and I knock on her door and I say “CAROLL CARRROLLLLLL!! I’ve gotta talk to you about Pepe!” And when I open the door, what do I find? There’s not a single goddamn desk in that office. There is no Carol in H.R. Mac, half the employees in this building have been made up. This office is a goddamn ghost town.
this got even better when someone told me that pepe silvia was probably charlie’s reading of the word “pennsylvania”
(Source: ever-forward, via foxnewsofficial)
girls who pretend to act stupid because they think it’s cute need to be slapped in the face with a brick
― Alexandre Duma (via psych-quotes)