[I want it noted that I’m by no means even an amateur poet.
Even if I incorrectly use the word Betimes.]

Time ticking trickling with glacial pace
Minds wandering, longing for the day’s end.
Hands spinning backwards, it’s never to cease,
Time better spent in the comp’ny of friends.
Betimes I question my enrolment here
Where these four hours can seem a lifetime.
I feel like I’m aging, and let’s be clear,
they’ve no intention to make this a crime.
My eyes may roll out of sockets bone-dry
Unable to shed tears for the torture
Heads nod, accompanied by snores and sighs
An illness for which there exists no cure.
But whenever I think I’ve come up short,
I just think, you know, thank God it’s not York. 

If this were Facebook, I’d ask you to tag yourselves.

fiercenfabulous:

Shit UofT Says.

THIS IS SO ACCURATE LOL

EVERY CONVERSATION I HAVE EVER HAD ON CAMPUS. 

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tokenethnic:

And topping the list of shit I didn’t realize: 

THIS

<3

Coming off the subway platform today, I was walking behind an elderly couple. There was another rather scruffy gentleman of no fixed address also on the platform, muttering enthusiastically to himself. The Old gentleman turns to his wife and says:

“Used to be if ye were walkin ‘round talkin’ to yerself they’d put ye away. Now all ye gotta do’s have yer hand up to yer ear ‘n’ no-one’d notice.” *imitates using cell phone*

Reasons old people rock; this is one of them.

“Meet Amber, Jazz, and Geena Dhillon—a.k.a. the Bindi Babes. They’re three fabulous sisters with a reputation for being the coolest, best-dressed girls at their school. But their classmates don’t know that the Dhillon sisters work extra hard to look perfect and together to all of their friends … while privately trying not to think how much they miss their mom, who died a year ago. What these struggling sisters certainly don’t need is an interfering auntie from India inviting herself into their household to cramp their style. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what their dad allows to happen. Soon the sisters’ pushover dad is saying no to designer clothes and expensive sneakers, and Auntie is butting into every area of their lives. What are the Bindi babes to do? There’s only one way to be rid of Auntie: marry her off to some unsuspecting guy. Will Amber, Jazz, and Geena find a man who can put up with Auntie before she completely ruins their lives? Or are Auntie’s new rules doomed to make the fabulous Dhillon sisters just … average?

God Damn, I am proud of this. Tweet reply to me from Neil Gaiman.

tokenethnic:

*sigh*

<3

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ohmuffins:

Guys.

Comfort.

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