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Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
i was reading a fic today, and lance asked keith what kind of cologne he used and keith was like “i don’t know it’s something expensive shiro buys me but the bottle is shaped like a dude and i have to fondle glass dick every time i wear it” and i was immediately like “sounds like jean paul gaultier”
then the next sentence was lance saying “gaultier, huh?” and i fucking screamed how is this my life how do i recognise colognes from the general description in a FANFIC im quitting my job
I love freshmen. They drive me nuts, and I complain more
than I praise, but dammit they are magical.
They are chaos and compassion and confusion and
They are so silly and smart and trying to grow up. But they
still have so much of that childhood sweetness. They are hilariously and
terrifyingly naive. They are full of energy and spirit. They are vulnerable and
brazen. They are weird. Like, WEIRD. They have yet to learn self-control, which is both amusing as they yell
“HI MS.B!!” down the hall, and infuriating when they can’t stop talking in
When they give you their heart, you are family. They trust
you to be their protector and mentor and teacher. And though they may not
remember me next year, and I may not receive shout outs when they are seniors,
they are my heart. I watch them grow so much in the year I have them. And today I remembered why I am so lucky to be
charged with teaching them.
my friend sandra tagged me in a meme where you make a tweet for people to retweet. the amount of retweets you’ll get will be the amount of chicks you’ll draw. i included favs on mine because why not :o i’m not quite sure what this meme is called kjhgkjfhdsgs (chick on akihiko’s forehead is mochekke as promised ahuhu)
ON today’s episode of “Why Am I Emotional About Homestuck?”
I remembered how desperate WV was for green things, enough that he would eat anything green, including chalk and uranium.
And then………………. Act 7…………… New Earth…………….
look at how green………. there’s green everywhere. After who knows how long in exile, and three years on a plant-less meteor, WV gets to live there. forever. WV just…. walking around…. all the green….. planning a city…. occasionally, eats a leaf…
For me, Inauguration Day has been dark and difficult. I am angry and sad. I feel so confused and broken. I want to scream and sob and hide under my covers. Maybe I will do that later. But this AM I had to get up, go to school, and teach students about our country's history and government. Geez. So what did I do the moment it was over and I had 5 minutes quiet and alone? I read your work. Next time you feel like asking if it is worth it, remember that YOU brought the joy today. You. ❤️❤️❤️
I am trying not to think past shallow, snarky comments about what happened today because I am, at my core, terrified. That is not hyperbole.
I am glad a story could help you today. Thank you for telling me. You made my face do the, ‘I’m not going to cry’ thing.
sometimes im like “yeah i can wear what i want !!! im confident & cute !!! im gonna wear cute things !!!” but then i see a picture of myself & i remember just how disgustingly fat i am & i just want to wear baggy hoodies for the rest of my life
Taken May 28th 2016:
What do you remember about this self portrait?
I remember trying my hardest to pretend I didn’t feel dead inside.
This was taken approximately 3 days after a breakup with my first ever real love (or what I thought was real love anyway).
Just a few nights before I had the worst night of my life. I tried sleeping, only to be encumbered with dreams of him. Not bad dreams, no that was the worst part; they were good dreams. Dreams of me and him, happy as ever, fine as can be. Only to wake up, realize it was a dream and that he’s really gone, cry myself back to sleep, dream of him again, and repeat.
I realize now that our relationship was beyond toxic. That we were co-dependent and that the biggest thing we bonded over was merely how we both suffered from mental illness.
I realize now that he lied when he first told me he was in love with me… that I lied when I didn’t say it back.
But if he didn’t lie, than he is incapable of love.
How can a man who claims he is in love with a woman date her best friend no more than 2 days after their breakup? He’s no man at all, and she’s no best friend of mine.
Forgiving them both, despite their lack of apology, was the hardest thing I ever had to do. But I did it.
It’s no surprise to me their relationship has failed over and over again.
Frankly, I feel bad for them. They’re stuck in a repetitive toxic environment where both of them need each other to feel whole or happy.
But because of the anguish they caused me, I don’t need another human to complete me like I used to. Like they do. I had to pick myself back up when they left me bleeding on the ground. And because of that, I’m whole on my own.
That’s why I keep this photo of me. I’m no longer this sad little girl who is heart broken over a foolish boy who lies and doesn’t know how to love.
I’m stronger now. I’m who I want to be.
My soul was dead in this photo; that I can clearly remember. But that part of me had to die to emerge who I am today. And I love who I am.
THE REASON YOONGI HAS BEEN COVERING HIS FACE SO MUCH AT THE AIRPORT RECENTLY IS BECAUSE HES BEEN WORKING SO HARD ON HIS MIXTAPE AND YALL KNOW THAT MEANS HE HASNT BEEN SLEEPING HE TRIED TO COVER IT UP BUT BOY I SEE THRU U