benefits of living in a lighthouse

post–grad:

  • no fake friends, just real friends (the only ones who’ll come out to your godforsaken lighthouse to hang)
  • lots of stairs so u dont need a gym membership
  • when u look out the window and sigh mournfully it’s Cinematic Depression not just regular depression
  • minimum requirements: 1 large dog, 17 cable-knit sweaters, 1 mysterious but tragic past, 2 pair fingerless wool gloves
  • increased likelihood of mermaid encounters
  • effortless windswept look, complemented by soft lantern glow
  • free salt scrub 

tag urself as a student type

parkerstudy:

coffee: always frantic, has a crammed schedule, never stops consuming caffeine, will agree to go to a party even if they have a six a.m. shift the next day

bujo: organized, likes to makes lists and keep track of things, plans outfit the night before, stresses when they get a grade less than a B

oops: stopped caring in the third grade, somehow manages to get okay grades, never studies, kind of lazy, would eat Waffle House at 3 in the morning

sweatshirt: is trying as hard as they possibly can, has to study and work hard for their grades, constantly stressing, has social anxiety, tries to do every extra curricular under the sun

aesthetique: probably vegetarian or vegan, has a “mom jean” 80′s aesthetic, glorifies local cafes, wants to live in Europe, always wants to cut their hair

gothique: black clothes only, still stans my chemical romance, uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism, desperately wants some tattoos, likes the black lipstick look but too shy to do it

couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name:

I’m still laughing like poor Dr. Bruce Banner really could not catch a single break for all of Infinity War….first he crashes into some weird ass wizard hideout….then Hulk decides to be a bitch…..he thought Thor was dead for a whole day, then he thought Tony was dead….he had to get caught up on 2 years worth of drama in like fifteen minutes…Rhodey tricked him into embarrassing himself in front of the fucking king of Wakanda….then a sixteen year old ended his entire life with one polite sentence….he face planted on the battle field and was judged so hard we didn’t see him for like another half hour….not a single one of his degrees could help him with any of these situations so he was probably internally like ‘I drove myself into student debt for this’ half the film…like really….Bruce and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day….