You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via perfect)
i’m 600% done
my sister just came home and i asked her why she was an hour late since today was orientation and she goes, “i had detention” and i’m like how the fuck do you get detention on orientation day and she says, “when i walked into my homeroom my teacher asked all of us why we came to this school and i told her i came to fuck bitches”