psat

everyones talking about shipping the japanese guy and the translator and the whole never seeing a cow thing…but no one’s talked about that one guy that practically orgasmed at math

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man of the world (piano cover)

this is one of my favorite pieces because it always makes me so emotional. i actually cried the first time i heard/played this. enjoy :)

butterflies.

my thoughts

muddled.

i’m a hopeless romantic

but the feeling’s not mutual.

these butterflies

they fly. they lie.

deserve to die.

i try to catch them

but my net just gets caught.

i need to stop.

my butterflies are unrequited

but hers aren’t.

go catch her butterlies.

here, i’ll even give you

my net.

seeing my teacher this emotional and strengthened…and knowing we’re all a part of her reason for fighting, brings tears to my eyes. i had some doubts while making this video, but all of them disappeared as soon as she realized how much of an impact she had on us. i couldn’t be happier :)

You are a man of extreme passion, a hungry man not quite sure where his appetite lies, a deeply frustrated man striving to project his individuality against a backdrop of rigid conformity. You exist in a half-world suspended between two superstructures, one self-expression and the other self-destruction. You are strong, but there is a flaw in your strength, and unless you learn to control it the flaw will prove stronger than your strength and defeat you. The flaw? Explosive emotional reaction out of all proportion to the occasion. Why? Why this unreasonable anger at the sight of others who are happy or content, this growing contempt for people and the desire to hurt them? All right, you think they’re fools, you despise them because their morals, their happiness is the source of your frustration and resentment. But these are dreadful enemies you carry within yourself—in time destructive as bullets. Mercifully, a bullet kills its victim. This other bacteria, permitted to age, does not kill a man but leaves in its wake the hulk of a creature torn and twisted; there is still fire within his being but it is kept alive by casting upon it faggots of scorn and hate. He may successfully accumulate, but he does not accumulate success, for he is his own enemy and is kept from truly enjoying his achievements.
—  Truman Capote, In Cold Blood (pg 43)
IB Blog

so i just finished setting up my blog to record my cas reflections and i’m honestly really excited!! i can upload pictures of all the fun adventures and put up vlogs explaining how certain activities are changing my life. hopefully i can come back to this when i’m finished with school and smile at the fond memories i made. :)

"sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. that’s what stories are for. stories are for joining the past to the future. stories are for those late hours in the night when you can’t remember how you got from where you were to where you are. stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story."

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my best friend and i doing a cover of a thousand miles - vanessa carlton before she moves. <3

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