Rochester is my city, Rochester is my love

I never want to leave.

A group of drunk RIT students are singing in celebration of our city haha

Coffee shops that are also bars shouldn’t exist

Because I swore I’m not drinking tonight but if the “birthday” word gets thrown around I might have to >:)

Bahahaha

Bahahaha

Just got so angry a blood vessel in my eye popped

Now I look like a rabid manager on steroids. Kill me

I hate her.

I hate her.

I hate serving awkward dates

LIKE JESUS fucking talk! Want me to pull up a chair and be a moderator? Haha it’s not hard. I love to talk!

I woke up to so many of these hahaha

I woke up to so many of these hahaha

Sometimes I get these really awful doubts. Whether or not I’m “happy”…if I’ll take success and wealth over family and love…if I’ll let my ambitions consume me…

I can’t tell if I’m happy or not. A part of me says I shouldn’t have to defend my state of happiness to my friends constantly if they thought all was fine.

I’m really not okay, but when have I ever been?! Part of having friends is meeting people who love and accept you for what you are.

Which is becoming harder and harder now that everything is getting so serious with my dad :(

When you fall apart from the seams, not everyone will be there to stitch you back up. That’s kinda how you know the true character of someone.

Anonymous asked: The bills suck

Lol be careful…we’re known to be the worst type if fans and I will projectile vomit all over your Tom Brady loving ass

Lol this is so stupid. I just want someone who will get completely smashed with me and share tears of joy when the buffalo bills finally win the Super Bowl.

Lol this is so stupid. I just want someone who will get completely smashed with me and share tears of joy when the buffalo bills finally win the Super Bowl.

legilimensanna:

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TO STUMBLE ACROSS MY PATH! BECAUSE I WAS TOO LAZY TO MAKE IT MYSELF.

legilimensanna:

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TO STUMBLE ACROSS MY PATH! BECAUSE I WAS TOO LAZY TO MAKE IT MYSELF.

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My brother’s dropping out of high school.

My mom gave him the hardest talk I’ve ever creeped on. The she cried :( which is scary in itself. I was trying to silence my bouts of vomit from going so hard last night at the bar.

He looks at me and sees something he hates. I look at him and see a weak quitter. How can two kids who had the same upbringing be so completely different? How can he be my brother…

I write, I sleep, I'm a manager at two shitty summer jobs, I play Quidditch, I study English at SUNY Geneseo, I'm ridiculous, amusing, completely insane, and I drink...a lot.


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