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What i learned from my psych teacher today:

 Loving someone shouldn’t hurt. But falling in love isn’t easy either, after a while it becomes something you’ll have to choose to be committed to and that makes it beautiful.  What happens after you tell someone you love them is what matters most; does silence follow? Do they say it back?  There’s no easy way to love, you will go through rough patches, but loving them shouldn’t hurt. Love should be a two way street, if they don’t put in the effort you do, and you’re not happy, leave. You deserve someone who makes you feel like you’re easy to love. It shouldn’t make you feel like your heart can’t do it anymore. Wait for the person who won’t break your heart. You’ll find them, i promise. Save your best words for them. Look forward to loving them through their best and worst. Wait for the person who makes waking up in the morning not a chore. Wait for someone you kiss goodnight and open your eyes to every morning. Wait for the day you won’t be scared they’ll leave. Wait for them. It’ll be worth it. 

The culture of college education in this country is so frustrating to me, because it ends up feeling like life and death when it really really shouldn’t. Failing an exam or dropping a class or taking more than four years or even dropping out of school shouldn’t feel like the end of the world, and we all know this, rationally, at yet they do. 

(And people who went to college when you could basically always get into your first choice school and pay for the entire year with your summer job busing tables, perpetuate this by making everything about arbitrary metrics of ~success~ rather than happiness/general life satisfaction).

And yeah, there are a lot of cultural and societal factors at play, not least of which is the way that our education system treats college like the goal, something that must be harnessed to guarantee the highest possible earning potential, a necessity for future success and happiness. 

But expecting to know what you want to do for the rest of your life when you’re what? 17/18/19? is ridiculous. Hell, I’m in my twenties and in grad school and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life most days. Basically no one I graduated from college with is doing what they ultimately want to do (if they even know what they want to do). 

Idk idk. Life isn’t linear and it’s a lot longer than it seems when you’re 19 (which I realize is rich coming from me, the 23 year old), and they way we treat college is kind of (very) fucked up. 

pt 2 of me taking a digital art class: my future fryder!! her name is stella

The ao3 smut&fluff PE story
  • Me: *on ao3 looking through Destiel fanfics*
  • SPN Friend: what you reading?
  • Me: *gives her a knowing glance*
  • SPN Friend: ooh right, tell me if you find something good
  • ~few minutes later~
  • Me: *looks up*
  • SPN Friend: what?
  • Me: *monotone* smut
  • SPN Friend: oh cool
  • Me: *scrolls down through more*
  • Me: OMG I FOUND FLUFF! I FOUND FUCKING DESTIEL FLUFF! GOD HELP ME!! SHIT! THERE'S SABRIEL TOO! CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! SAMIFER!
  • SPN Friend: *jumps at me* NO! GET AWAY FROM THE FLUFF! YOU CAN'T READ THAT IN PUBLIC!!!!

Offense class D.va! I tried to make it look vaguely official by painting over the top of her official artwork. She has a controller underneath that bunny shell that she uses to control it - it’s light weight but less protective, D.va can still meme by sticking her leggy out rl far. crab walk, tiptoe, shia labeouf ‘DO IT’ stance, sexe legg, etc. also the 3d model i made as a base under the readmore cos somebody might find it interesting

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Youngest School Shooter
The Shooting Of Kayla Rolland

On the 29th of February 2000 in Michigan, 6 year old Dedrick Owens went to Buell Elementary school with a gun he found at his uncles house along with a knife. Walking upstairs whilst changing class, Owens approached fellow classmate Kayla Rolland and said, “I don’t like you” and shot her dead.

Due to his age, Dedrick Owens was not charged with murder

Owen’s uncle, Jemelle James, was charged with manslaughter and served a sentence in jail

  • twenty øne piløts: help me polarize
  • juicer: help me pulverize
  • carbs: help me bowl o'rice
  • intro paragraphs: help me summarize
  • automobiles: help me motorize
  • friends: help me socialize
  • arguments: help me compromise
  • "friends": help me full of lies
  • the school system/testing: help me memorize
  • climate change: help the polar ice
  • my life: help me organize
My high school years were so weird, though. *Girl after swimming class when we were changing in the locker room* “Sharon, your boobs are saggy. Why is that?” *Under my breath* “And you’re as flat as a fucking pancake.”

*Her* “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

*Me* “Nothing. I said nothing. Nothing at all.”

*Her* “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

*Me, casually*  “A wonderbra might help, you know. Makes you look less like an ironing board.”