23 y/o, Canada. English & Psych student. I'm pretty sure pop psychology will be the death of me. makeup junkie :3. INFJ.
This blog contains stuff I find hilarious, enjoyable, problematic, etc. & just ramblings from my own life. I often times reblog text from others because I am not eloquent enough to speak for myself. I'll probably call you 'babe' at some point, though.
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands
I will never not reblog this
so I’m trying to navigate mohawk’s website to find out dates and courses and timetables, and everything’s like “welcome to the time of your life”, “join us for welcome week stuff!”, or “come for orientation day!”.
I literally plan to get in, do my shit, and get the fuck out. I have NO interest in meeting people, volunteering, or doing other fuckery. My fun-college-days time was at Mac and Mohawk isn’t gonna replace it.
at work today, a random guy comes up to me and asks if I’m Polish. I say yes (after misunderstanding his question like 4 times). Then I ask why he asks. He says he likes Polish girls. I say okay and start to walk away. He asks if my hair is ‘real’. I assume he means the colour so I say no, I dye it this colour.
he scoffs and walks away.
well so0o0o0rrryy that I don’t fulfil your Polish girl fantasy expectations O_O_O_O
going back to school in september, guess it’s not time for me to be an adult yet :3
though I was kinda looking forward to not having to do osap and homework and deal with groupwork and shelling out $6000 but yknow that’s life i guess