holycrapacupcake

I'm not about to pretend that this is anything amazing. It's not insightful or philosophical. It may not be beautiful, but it is my take on beauty. It is a cliched release for my boredom, and that is exactly what I want it to be. It is random, colorful, irrelevant, and silly. It is what I hope my life will be about, and I hope you enjoy it.
If you feel like reading, look for my cupcake recipes (they're more than baking ingredients)
pardon my naughtiness, it's inevitable

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HIGH SCHOOL

This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
know ourselves.

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- HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

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vote-satan:

Cleaning my room requires a minimum of three dance numbers, two emotional break downs and one epiphany. sacrifice is optional.

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