I don’t think people who kill bunnies deserve friends or a diploma.


love hate it, the school and the people. so much frustration, but its an addiction.


Simon’s Rock: Perfect for the Protection of Rapists


My biggest regret at Simon’s Rock is walking on the terp in sneakers in the Spring. I need new sneakers.


thank u carriage cokehead for the free OJ in the bathroom


It’s amazing just how much I hate Simon’s Rock. This college will either become an extended neighborhood of Brooklyn or shut down in fifteen years. Hopefully both. 


When I’m at Simon’s Rock, I completely forget how big the world outside of SR is. It’s a small little bubble and I can never remind myself that any little crush I have or any problem I have with a person isn’t as big as I think it is.


Bad 3 am analogies

Simon’s Rock is 400 people tripping hard on emotions.

Sometimes it was a good trip, and sometimes it went so bad.

When I was there, I felt my self skidding into overdose, but when I left, the withdrawal ripped me apart from the inside out.

I don’t do drugs, because nothing else could ever get me as high.


You don’t have to be that superior. Your dick is actually kind of small.


leaving the rock was the best thing I ever did. since i left I’ve become an exponentially better person and have had more clarity and love in my life than i ever did at src.