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"you know your fucked when they could do the worst to you but you would still love them."
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Depths of a dream
Sometimes I ponder within the depths of a dream to what extent must lead me my demise.
I'm tired
I'm tired of trying to get things done and getting nowhere.
I'm tired of too many emotions
I'm tired of not enough energy to have emotions.
I'm tired of trying to convince myself "it'll get better, progress isn't linear"
People don't change
So I'm tired of giving second chances.
The longer I keep going the more I worry I'm the only person who thinks and feels in the ways I do. Not just in relation to this post.
I'm a penny-pincher
I'm a logical thinker
I overthink everything.
I feel too much.
I get hurt easily.
I'm tired of asking for help when it falls on deaf ears
Or when they think it's a cry for help in that way people think it's just attention seeking...
I'm tired.
college gothic
someone in your class mentions communism. they speak about it at length. you are in biology class.
you text your mother. she does not respond for 3 days. you text her again and then realize that it has only been 2 hours since your first text.
freshmen travel in packs. what are they afraid of.
your class is in room 153. the numbers start at 201. you cannot find the first floor.
someone is talking about communism. it is not the same person as last time. this is an english class.
your transcript says you have an A in philosophy 3310. you do not remember taking this class. what did you learn? what did you do?
you meet your elevator buddy. you do not speak. you never do. you ride in silence. one day, they are not there. you miss them.
your advisor refers you to the registrar. the registrar refers you to admissions. admissions refers you to both the registrar and your advisor. you have spoken to two people who do not exist and one who has been dead for ten years.
the boy who sits next to you wears the same clothes everyday. you think this is strange but when you mention it, he tells you that this is the first time he has worn this outfit. you realize that you have lived this day before.
you pass someone sleeping in the quad. he has always been there. stop looking at him.
someone answers,Ā ācommunism.ā it is not someone who has been previously mentioned. the question was,Ā āwhat is an example of the art of ancient greece?ā
you have a doppelganger on campus. you have never met them. they know all of your friends.
the seniors speak only to professors. their eyes are dead. they have given up the safety of the pack long ago.
the professor is talking about STDās. your math class is very strange.
the powerpoint is in comic sans. you suspect that your economics professor is an extraterrestrial being after all.
ācommunism,ā the man serving you lunch insists. wearily you nod. thatās what everyone says.
Is this not the average college experience?

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Ah Christmas.
Where you sleep on the fucking couch bc you can't figure out how to get your partner to climax and anything you try just makes it worse.
Happy goddamn holiday.
(ļ¾ā_ā)ļ¾ .ć»ć.ć»ćāć»fuckeryć»ā«ć»ćć»ć.
Says "no" on three separate occasions in the morning = ask again because the first two times weren't clear enough.
Then everyone gets mad when I'm visibly upset.
(ļ¾ā-ā)ļ¾ .ć»ć.ć»ćāć»fuckeryć»ā«ć»ćć»ć.
-Something awful happens to crappy ex-
Thought 1- I should do something. Its the right thing to do.
Thought 2- It doesn't matter. F*** them anyway, they treated you like crap. Bad things happen all the time to everybody.
Thought 3- But it doesn't matter if they know or not, still should do something nice.
(ļ¾ā-ā)ļ¾ .ć»ć.ć»ćāć»fuckeryć»ā«ć»ćć»ć.
Dear Diary,
I started going on tumblr again after several days with little activity. There is a frog on a unicycle now. He is not the smiling frog or the frog sipping tea. He is a new frog. Every day is a new gift.

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It cracks me up when someone who use to abuse me, says I'm a poisonous person, and that I'm terrible. Yeah ok, I'm the fool for wanting to accept your apologies and at least be friends, but hey! It's alright *I'm* the terrible person. You just keep blaming me for every choice you've made before and after I walked in and out of your life. You keep doing that. I'm glad you think scapegoating me has become a great coping mechanism for you. I just find it funny because I know in a few months if not a few more after that, you'll come crawling back because you'll have no one else to blame. Just sitting here laughing because I honestly find it humorous.
āTime may change meā
Thank you, David Bowie, for everything you left on this planet.
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Lucy in La NuitĀ
She Loves SpringtimeĀ
Theyāre going to try and kill him.
Heās probably already dead
BOOOOOST THIS
YOOOOO
seriously guys boost this
I donāt care if it looks ugly on your blogs THIS COULD POSSIBLY SAVE LIVES
Nigerians are about to save the world
Governments are gonna kill this guy.
his name is Maduike Ezeibe, a professor at the Michael Okpara University of Agriculture Umudike, Abia State. this is huge
The world wonāt get serious about this unless a post goes viral and thatās sad af You rather talk about a vine video or popular culture ok thatās fine and all but thereās a cure for HIV/Aids and america is lying There is a cure for HIV/Aids and no one will spread the news for those who are diagnosed with it, so that THE WORLD COULD WAKE TF UP There is hope for those who have been diagnosed with a disease that may have given them 20 or so years to live For the first time in the history of the world thereās is a possible preventative cure for one of the most deadliest viral diseases
The problem with HIV is that this virus is extremely fast in evolving and that means it becomes resistant to a certain temporary cure in a brief time.
That said, if this man really found out a cure for this contemporary HIV version of the virus IT IS VITAL TO SPREAD IT NOW as the virus changes VERY QUICKLY
Reblog art. Always.
100% this
Doing my part!

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January 8, 2016, Just A Thought
I'll admit, I wasn't always this semi posed person, not more than two years ago I used to be that scene gal. The heavy makeup, the skinny jeans, the crazy hair. Sometimes, on nights like these, I find myself regretting letting that girl slip away. Maybe she could've been someone amazing. Someone confident and ready to put her dark black Van's down when someone said something rude. Sometimes I think I still hear her calling from the drawer with the black nail polish. Sometimes I fight to keep her locked away, wanting to keep this iron fecade of an office woman, who listens and keeps the peace. I miss my skinny jeans, and cock-eyed belts.