Don't Look Back

you're not going that way. 2 Corinthians 4:6

[outintheeyre]

I feel like a miserable idiot...

[outintheeyre]

I. Feel. Like. I. Am. Going. To. Explode.

I can't handle when people are mad at me. I have so much anxiety. I want this to be over. (Or I wish I could do it over.) I can't do this anymore. People judge us so harshly and I hate that people think ill of me. I want to cry.

[outintheeyre]

Things to do: Learn to manage expectations.

[outintheeyre]

AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

[frappuccinio]

me at school: when i get home im gonna be productive’

me at home: good nite 

[outintheeyre]

He was the person you could ask for anything, and he would deliver. He is one of the only people in my life to ever give me a nickname and call me by it. The only family member to kiss me after age seven. He was the smell of saw dust and the feeling of being elbow deep on a bucket of bird seed. He was a pot belly and an old deformed tattoo- the only member in my family to have a tattoo. He was goofy and supportive and talkative. Every second of everyday I knew he was proud of me and thought I was something special. He wrote me this note when I was about two years old. A time when I was too afraid to talk to anyone besides my mother. I have lived the following 20 years often still, too afraid to speak. Mind you my young adult life has brought great change to that out of necessity but nevertheless. I have cherished this note for a long time. It is still magnet-ed to the side of my parents refrigerator. When I brought Christian home for the first time it was a stop on the tour as one of my most favorite things. I now have this note with me forever, reminding me that I should speak up. I know he would be touched to see how much he means to me. I miss him very much.

[lyjerria]

I’m literally doing my best but I’m not gonna beg anyone to understand that

[tastefullyoffensive]

These are the best wedding photos I’ve ever seen. (via kayatheshepherd)

[adeles]

[maddie-w-draws]

First three pages of a book I’m making for my brother 

[maddie-w-draws]

bonus

[babelady]

when that seasonal depression hit someone add a pic im on mobile

[winduppup]

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[tyleroakley]

protect her

[ssweet-dispositionn]

At all costs

[itscolossal]

Artist Walead Beshty Shipped Glass Boxes Inside FedEx Boxes to Produce Shattered Sculptures

[thivus]

cant tell if pretentious or just petty about their experience with fedex

[ouiouiweapon]

Sponsored by UPS

[voxeterna1]

So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem. Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm. They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine. Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle. I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.

[bunnypets]

salted chocolate chip cookies

[slavery]

Not to vent but: fuck

[sappling]

me looking at old pics of myself: i dont know her