Surviving College

Trying to be a helping hand to anyone who needs it

[bandanabeth]

You did it. You made it. It’s Friday and you made it through another week of school and work and all that other not fun stuff Go you! Why not have a nap and a good dessert? You deserve it.

[homurikoros]

Bit 4...

Hi!!! I’m so happy that people are actually taking an interest in this...

So I’ll just leave this here...

ROBERT

I got up, groaning. I was in some bushes, on the side of theroad. There was a crowd around a red car. I walked towards it.

I saw my mom and dad crying and pulling something from under a red Porsche. I knew that Porsche. It was thegirliloved’s boyfriend’s Porsche. When I saw what my father pulled out, I gasped in shock.

It was me.

I tried to make sense of what was happening. How was I here and lying there, looking so very... dead?

I walked up to my mom and tapped her on the shoulder. She didn’t even flinch. I tried to push her over, and my fingers passed through her.

No. This wasn’t happening. I was not a ghost. I couldn’t become one, not now.

I lifted my head to the sky and screamed.

PS: I am so sorry, but I will be posting kind of infrequently now, as it is final year for me. Hope you all will forgive me!!! :)

[homurikoros]

I’m so sorry!!!!

Hi!!! I’m soooo sorry that I didn’t post more, I’ve been studying for SAT and stuff, and twelfth started, so I’ve been kinda busy. I just hope you can forgive me, please????

Anyway, here is bit 3, and we got a change of voice!!!

Michelle:

I wasstanding on the other side when it happened. I was saying goodbye to my parents when my boyfriend, Kyle, hit Robert in his Porsche.

My dad had this faraway look in his eyes, like he was planning the acquisition of another company to his conglomerate, Descartes Holdings Pvt. Ltd. My mom was doing what every mother usually does when their child goes away- cries.

And the last member of our trio was me, Michelle, who got into college due to my dad forcing me. I was voted most beautiful in high school three years in a row. And... That’s it. That was all I had done in 18 years of life. Become a pin up doll, and Kyle Williams’ girlfriend.

As soon as I heard a splat, I looked towards the gate. There was Kyle’s Porsche, and below that... Was that blood? And- please tell me that was a mannequin’s leg, not a human’s.

I almost threw up. Kyle got out of the car. He looked around, and spotted me.

“Michelle! I missed you. How have you been?” he asked.

“Kyle,” I began. “What did you do?”

“Ran over roadkill, what else? Now, shall we?” he gestured, pointing towards the college. I ignored him and ran towards the car.

[hipsteroin]

[homurikoros]

I'm going to find Nemo!

[paatroklos]

Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.

[leupagus]

I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE

[timelordshavetwohearts-deactiva]

WAIT SO THAT’S NOT WHAT IT IS

[old-manrupee]

"QUICK THE COPS ARE COMING!" *everyone frantically tries to collapse their trestle tables*

[camach0]

does anyone else suddenly feel insanely insecure when someone incredibly attractive looks you in the eye

[homurikoros]

All the time

[homurikoros]

Hi Guys! Bit 2 is here...

So I'll be introducing Points Of View (POVs) from this bit. Bear with me, please!!! :)

I was in a tunnel. It went on forever, and I was beingsucked into a vortex of swirling wind that was dragging me down towards... I didn’t know. I allowed myself to be pulled.

Suddenly, I was ripped apart. It was like there were two forces pulling me in two different directions. I wanted to keep falling, but it was too painful, even more than a few seconds ago. I wanted to just break apart and end this agony, but if there was a god, she did not listen to me.

I felt myself go deeper. If possible, the pain increased. Then I thought to myself, ‘NO. I will not let myself be put through such immense torture.’ With what felt like all of my strength, I pulled the two opposing halves of me together.

And then there was light.

[erinismagyk-blog]

a brief summary of my life

[homurikoros]

Does anyone know which book this is?

[heckbabe-deactivated20130531]

[cnoonr-deactivated20170211]

"what u lookin at"

[homurikoros]

You. 

[xo-zero-inactive-deactivated201]

would like to formally apologize to my friends for the times when I get really quiet and moody and stare off into space and don’t join in in the conversation I love all of you I’m sorry I can be a downer sometimes 

[nevergenders-moved]

i relate

[homurikoros]

I relate.

[homurikoros]

Hi Everyone! As promised...

The first part of my story. Read on...

It was a car, red.

I saw it in my peripheral vision,as I was telling my parents goodbye. I was standing at the edge of the road, walking towards Majoris College, the only college in the city, and possibly in the world, but nobody knew if Majoris was the end of the world, if we were the only people left. My mom was crying, but then she always did. She cried when I was born. She cried when I went to school. She cried... you probably get it.

My father, on the other hand, was as calm as the eye of a storm. He was always like that, and his was explanation was that his wife spoke twice as much as an entire family would. Along with them was my brother, Sam. He was so hyperactive; it took Coke to calm him down.

And the last part of this ‘normal’ family was me; Robert Davis, math genius, clinically depressed, and hopelessly in love with someone whom I knew would never love me back.

The car kept coming towards me.  It must have been doing 70 miles, easy. I kept walking backwards, towards the gates.

At first, all I could feel was pain in my leg. Then it shot up, to every fibre of my body. I was crushed, burnt and frozen all at once. I could hear someone shouting far away, and then it went dark.

[thecottonproject]

open letter to all of my friends

'sbeen a long shitty week

[roxegolde-deactivated20171020]

destroy the idea that:

boys don’t have unrealistic body standards

boys can’t be abused

boys aren’t raped

boys can’t have mental diseases

boys aren’t exiled because of sexuality/gender identity 

boys come here wanting a safer environment just like girls do, protect the boys who want to feel acceptance but see post after post calling them worthless because of their gender

[demonskin-deactivated20150923]

Sometimes I just have days where I really, really need to be reassured that people still like or want me or want to be around me and I feel bad because I can’t communicate this need to people but I know they can’t possibly instinctively know when I need this reassurance

[wholocked-in-panem-deactivated2]

I'm trying to make a point to a friend. Reblog this if you'd be okay with your child coming up to you and saying "I think I was born as the wrong gender."

[dangdfeng]

Who I want to be:

Who I actually am:

[fluerly]

im actually really afraid that no one will fall in love with me