• someone in your class mentions communism. they speak about it at length. you are in biology class.
  
• you text your mother. she does not respond for 3 days. you text her again and then realize that it has only been 2 hours since your first text.
• freshmen travel in packs. what are they afraid of.
• your class is in room 153. the numbers start at 201. you cannot find the first floor.
• someone is talking about communism. it is not the same person as last time. this is an english class.
• your transcript says you have an A in philosophy 3310. you do not remember taking this class. what did you learn? what did you do?
• you meet your elevator buddy. you do not speak. you never do. you ride in silence. one day, they are not there. you miss them.
• your advisor refers you to the registrar. the registrar refers you to admissions. admissions refers you to both the registrar and your advisor. you have spoken to two people who do not exist and one who has been dead for ten years.
• the boy who sits next to you wears the same clothes everyday. you think this is strange but when you mention it, he tells you that this is the first time he has worn this outfit. you realize that you have lived this day before.
• you pass someone sleeping in the quad. he has always been there. stop looking at him.
• someone answers, “communism.” it is not someone who has been previously mentioned. the question was, “what is an example of the art of ancient greece?”
• you have a doppelganger on campus. you have never met them. they know all of your friends.
• the seniors speak only to professors. their eyes are dead. they have given up the safety of the pack long ago.
• the professor is talking about STD’s. your math class is very strange.
• the powerpoint is in comic sans. you suspect that your economics professor is an extraterrestrial being after all.
• “communism,” the man serving you lunch insists. wearily you nod. that’s what everyone says.
  

Damn

every now and then tumblr reminds me that my dad asked for a furry pic for his 57th birthday

OH, Y OU SPILA̶U̶G̸N̵B̵D̷A̷U̷H̸N̴A̵U̷G̵H̵-

one time i hit one of my plugs up like “aye im tryna cop a pack” and then i get a text back saying “this is his girl, he’s in jail” i was almost on the verge of tears. I was absolutely frustrated, he was my best weedman. then i get another text right after saying “i can still serve you, he needs bail money. what you need?” and honestly…that’s real love if I ever seen it. it really touched my heart 

I think I accidentally made my neighbors think the house is haunted

My car was in the shop overnight last night and everyone else was at work so they assumed the house was empty (and these are your typical friendly neighborhood watch type folk, the kind that drove all the neighborhood kids to sunday school every week).

I get a text this morning from the neighbor girl who said she saw a figure in one of the windows that looked like it was wearing period clothes. They checked the perimeter of the house later and all the doors were locked and they didn’t wanna barge in (they have a key) and they were super weirded out and got the hell out of there. The house already has shitty wiring so lights flicker and turn on by themselves sometimes so they don’t like going in the house anyway.

Thing is, I was home. My desk is in front of one of the windows. I was wearing a dark-ish blanket as a cloak because I Can. All the lights were off because I had the telescope out in the back yard and I didn’t want to ruin my night vision by turning lights on. I think they saw me in the window. By the time they checked the perimeter I already had brought the telescope in so they didn’t know.