at the start of the semester: i'm gonna get a 4.0 gpa

at the end of the semester: perfection is the disease of a nation...pretty hurts, pretty hurts



how do people major in mathematics dont you love yourself

My brother majored in math and he said “not really”



checks grades

*bastille voice* how am i gonna be an optimist about this

well if you close your eyes


My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad crap gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.