This caption has inspired me, and since all i have been doing lately is secretly reading every non textbook i can get my hands on (even if it is just a chapter or two from some of my old faves) it makes me wonder why cant anything or everything turn out the way we want them to be? im so anxious for life to get going and to get myself going for that matter, that the work i have to put in now (political studies and war and conflict) seems rather uninteresting to me. The checklist i make one night is completely irrelevant the next day. It also has nothing to do with school either, life in general just seems to be soo crazy and running out of control. at what point do you just yell STOP hammer time? like actually though were young and hot so who gives a fuck?
(Source: notetosarah, via missclass)
