Amaya.
19. Medical Student.
Shanghai, China.
I like food.

 

artists: I got bored, so I drew this amazing picture.

musicans: I got bored, so I wrote a new hit song.

gif-people: I got bored, so I put up this gif-set that really shows their feelings.

photoshopers: I got bored, so I edited this picture and made it even more awesome than it was at first.

writers: I got bored, so I wrote this incredibe fanfiction.

me: I got bored, so I refreshed my dashboard.

robosexualginger:

“i am so ready for the zombie apocalypse, bring it zombies” says the middle-class white girl who never exercises, owns no weapons, and lives in a heavily populated area

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath  (via -warmtea)

(Source: larmoyante)

dang.

I was on my way to go get some food, and all of a sudden I hear some girl full out bawling. I turn around, and I see two girls standing at the front of the dorms. One is trying to calm the other down, while the other was freaking out. Through her sobbing, I repeatedly heard “엄마 !!” and “어떻게

I’m back in my room now, and I can still hear her. Apparently she lives on my floor. 

:(

expectations of summer: going to the beach every day, water fights, parties, random day trips, barbecues

reality of summer: moving your laptop so that the sunlight doesn't reflect on the screen when you're trying to blog