Charlie. Seventeen. I'm a girl (I know my name is deceptive). Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Harry Potter, Merlin. Have fun.
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so tonight my philosophy professor had these nasty bruises all over her arms and she stopped mid-lecture to say “sorry you guys have to look at my bruised-up body, my friend brought a stripper pole over for thanksgiving and that shit is not easy. tip your strippers. tip your strippers well” and then immediately kept talking about philosophy
You know what fuck anyone who says I waste my life on reading and writing and doing what I enjoy. I don’t. I’ve gone to school full time this year as well as working a full time summer job. I’ve applied to five of the best universities in England, getting offers straight off from two and an interview with fucking Oxford to study one of the most competitive subjects - Law. I’m getting straight A’s in all of my subjects, if not A*’s. I’m a double fucking scholar at my college. So you know what I’m not wasting my fucking life. I’m doing what I like.
My life is not yours to dictate. My life is not yours at all. You fucked your life up. Don’t try and control mine because all you are going to do is fuck it up too. Don’t tell me I’m not living in the real world because seriously, I see the real world better than you do and it’s not sitting at home watching the TV or tapping on your computer. That’s not the real world any more than mine is.
Also, fuck you.
today in class this guy stole my paper and i just randomly shouted “I WILL EAT YOUR CHILDREN” and he said “Do they have to be born?” and i just sat down because that was a hella good comeback
WHY ARE YOU GUYS NOT SCREAMING I TRIED TO THREATEN THIS GUY AND HE TURNED IT INTO A BLOW JOB REFERENCE YOU GUYS BETTER BE FUCKING LAUGHINGUm, we were. It was a great cumback
OH. MY. GOD. I SNORTED