If I don’t get my Doctor Who fix like right now.
How Animals Eat Their Food
this is my fav thing omg.
This is from Liberty :P
I laughed at this for a good 5 minutes
The most beautiful abandoned places and modern ruins around the world.
these are awesome
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My name is Yelitza. I am an honor roll student. I am number five in my class of 400 students. My grade point average is above 4.0. I take six Advanced Placement courses. I am the secretary to three clubs. I am a junior shift leader my paying job. I work over thirty hours a week. I applied to over twenty colleges and universities in January, and have gotten fourteen responses with acceptance and scholarship letters, and am still waiting for the last six answers. I have single handedly raised over 500 thousand dollars in scholarships. I have three universities offering me almost full rides. My boyfriend of two years, his brother and I are happily moving far away to one of those three schools in summer.
I’m almost at the finish line. I don’t know if I have the energy to cross it though- emotional, physical, intellectual or spiritual.
There’s grudges I haven’t entirely settled, and relationships that remain broken and forgotten. Even if I say it’s okay- it hasn’t been for months. The truth is I’m scared. I’m really just scared of myself. I’m scared of people. I’m scared of talking. I’m scared of it all. In the past four years, I’ve done everything in my power to avoid conflict, because when it does come, either my emotions or the other person’s come out like a broken dam.
I’ve been starring at my homework for the past three hours. Not because I can’t understand how to do it, but because I think my brain just went through a major meltdown. I don’t know how much longer I can pull this I-can-do-it-all-and-not-even-flinch act, but it’s tearing me apart. To be completely honest, I’ve had a little over seventeen Monster Energy drinks in the past two weeks. (I haven’t told my friends though..) I eat one sandwich at lunch every day. I am awake between 6AM to 3AM every day. I exert every last drop of energy I have to the point I need to drink Monsters like water. Most days, I get abdominal pains from either the lack of food or surplus of caffeine. Sometimes they’re so big I collapse to the floor and can’t seem to hide them anymore. (Only Olivia has seen them though.) I have headaches almost permanently, and my legs feel like jelly at night and in the morning.
I’ve been swearing like a pirate and stopped baking. I’m not myself anymore. I don’t recognize the person on the mirror anymore. The past scholastic semester has changed me- not into another person though. I feel like a disintegrated version of myself. I’m still me. I’m just. Broken, and over worked.
I’ve accomplished a lot, but I’ve lost the person in the mirror.
I should be happy. I should be happy with myself.
I should be.
It’s the end of Spring break. I worked over 35 hours, and my body is aching. I had ONE day that I spent playing with my friends. Today, when I got home early, I fell asleep without even thinking of it. My manager is getting really stingy with days off, and it doesn’t seem like I’ll get a break soon because I have three piles of homework starring at me.
I failed European History during the last six weeks and I’m freaking out. If I don’t come up with some way to pass this week, I’m screwed. I won’t be able to compete in Prose and Poetry, and my coach will hate me. She screamed at me before spring break started and almost downright cried. For God’s sakes lady, it’s my competition. I’ve been the one working my butt off for four years to compete. It hurts me a lot more than it hurts YOU. I failed by four stinking points, and I have to at least get a D in this class. But that’s the thing. This class is single-highhandedly killing me. If I wasn’t taking this class, I’d be an A-student.
I need to drop this class. the only reasons I haven’t are because 1.) I am NOT weak. I don’t want to be seen as the weak one who dropped. 2.) I’m worried colleges will revoke their acceptance/scholarship letters for dropping a course and 3.) It’s so close to the end of the year I just think I shouldn’t bother…
I don’t know how the hell I’m going to pay for college. My scholarship offers won’t cover enough to get me through without enormous debt. I don’t have as much time to apply to scholarships as I’d like to. I hardly have time for sleep, health and homework. I want to cry because although it’s just three more months, I feel like I’m not going to make it. Everyone has had their senioritis moments. I want mine already. I want to come home one day and feel relaxed, and stop feeling guilty for sleeping. I want to go to school and not dread eighth period European History. I want to have less hours at work, and more weekends off to relax and sleep. I FUCKING WANT TO FUCKING SLEEP, DAMMIT.
I am going to hang myself I swear.
Oh. My. Goooddddddd. This animal is called a Quokka and it is the happiest thing on the planet.
Quokkas live on Rottnest Island, just off the coast of Perth, Western Australia.
And for the people who’ve supported me the year that I’ve needed them the most. For the people that taught me how to burp, laugh at obscene, vulgar jokes, and how to be silly and not-so-uptight for a few hours in my life.
Thank you David, for the hugs and supportive words in my darkest moments.
Thank you Pedro, for the laughs, life-threatening-tight hugs, and the burping lessons.
Thank you Manny for the late-night waffles, the laughs, for making fun of Joey with me, for screwing everyone up at Jenga with me, and for being my twin.
Thank you Joeypoo, for loving me, for laughing with me, making fun of Manny, making amazing coffee at midnight, and touring The Valley’s restaurants with me. For always being there for me, for teaching me how to play YuGiOh, for geeking me up far much more than I was ever meant to be,
And for being the best boyfriend in the world. Happy two-year anniversary/Thanksgiving !
Thank you guys for everything. Who needs girlfriends when you have reckless dorks like you all?
500px Richard Susanto