Compliments from other people never seem true because my voice inside my head is louder and says the exact opposite.
Searching for Happiness
Open Your Heart
So proud of these men.
(Source: andyistoolazy)
I’m not a morning person
I’m not even an afternoon person
I pretty much start functioning at about 6pm
(via proudofmy-navyman)
Reblog if your Tumblr is NOT connected to your Facebook.
^reblogging again for that gif
^^THAT.
I don’t even have a facebook… so….
(Source: thegreatbigquestionmark, via proudofmy-navyman)
3.927 semester gpa
I guess I’ll take it. Not the 4.0 I wanted.
Fuck Ellis, fuck honors.
Why is is so hard for me to look past one A- at the other FIVE A’s I got?!
I wish it was easier for me to look at what I do well than just my failures.
(Also, why do I think an A- is such a failure)
FUCK!
Dream on, dreamer: For the first time in a long time, I smiled after the kiss. And him...
For the first time in a long time, I smiled after the kiss. And him squeezing my hand sent tingles down my spine. But when he got in the car and left, my dreams left with him. Because I was just another kiss to him. I was just another hand to squeeze. Tomorrow, some other girl would feel the same…
(via anniemaeb)
580p:
Even though she grew up playing football, shooting hoops and running races against all the boys in her neighborhood, U.S. 800-meter champion Alysia Montano never wanted to be thought of as one of them.
As a result, she started wearing a flower behind her right ear to remind the boys they were getting beat by a girl.
“The flower to me means strength with femininity. I think that a lot of people say things like you run like a girl. That doesn’t mean you have to run soft or you have to run dainty. It means that you’re strong.”
(via balletandbeautifulthings)
SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY
(via balletandbeautifulthings)
I can’t begin to comprehend how fast time goes and how much things change. I don’t know whether I’m happy or sad, or what I’m doing with my life right now. Thinking about the past depresses me, thinking about the future terrifies me. I know that I severely underestimate myself all the time, which makes is hard to know where life will take me. I like to pretend that I will prove everyone wrong, and I will be everything I dream of. I just don’t know how attainable that is.
It’s been a heavy couple of days.
I never thought of my neighborhood as anything but safe. I can’t believe everything that happened today. Makes me rethink how comfortable I feel walking by seemingly safe houses.
(Source: wee-just-fucked, via how-he-loves-us-all)
It’s Saint Pepsi, bitch
Open access
Open access needs to happen right about now.
Fuck you journal paywalls!
I’m a student at a university I should be able to read these. How the fuck am I supposed to work on the lit review for my thesis this summer when I can’t access anything?
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn’t do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn’t in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.
(Source: ivan-is-my-everything, via lalabasuco)
