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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Not today Justin
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Keni
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@sayit-leaveit
This is so lame but I'm just picturing being like in our thirties and living with my bf in our own apartment and spending rainy sunday afternoons in bed together and it just like wow. Could u imagine I could live with my best friend??????
OKAY GUYS LISTEN UP so there’s this website called slader.com and it has EVERY FUCKING ANSWER TO EVERY TEXTBOOK EVER. It has answers AND shows you ALL the work so you can understand it (or be a slacker). This website has literately saved my calculus grade. It even has free tutors if you need the extra help. Guys, it’s free to register and it will save your life
Damn
WATCH AND REBLOG THIS VIDEO. PLEASE
1979 tho 😳
It was the 70s okay? Everybody did drugs back then
1979 😩😩😩
79 & 59 Barbie look like she’ll give you the clap then rob you.
2010: I’m ready to get my life together as an successful working woman 2011: fuck that I got me a sugar daddy
1986 Barbie 😂 her neck is like \
1980 barbie look like she on acid or shes shoop da whoop.
1990 barbie eyes look full weeb ngl
Fast food workers in NY just won a $15/hr wage. I’m a paramedic. My job requires a broad set of skills: interpersonal, medical, and technical skills, as well as the crucial skill of performing under pressure. I often make decisions on my own, in seconds, under chaotic circumstances, that impact people’s health and lives. I make $15/hr. And these burger flippers think they deserve as much as me? Good for them. Look, if any job is going to take up someone’s life, it deserves a living wage. If a job exists and you have to hire someone to do it, they deserve a living wage. End of story. There’s a lot of talk going around my workplace along the lines of, “These guys with no education and no skills think they deserve as much as us? Fuck those guys.” And elsewhere on FB: “I’m a licensed electrician, I make $13/hr, fuck these burger flippers.” And that’s exactly what the bosses want! They want us fighting over who has the bigger pile of crumbs so we don’t realize they made off with almost the whole damn cake. Why are you angry about fast food workers making two bucks more an hour when your CEO makes four hundred TIMES what you do? It’s in the bosses’ interests to keep your anger directed downward, at the poor people who are just trying to get by, like you, rather than at the rich assholes who consume almost everything we produce and give next to nothing for it. My company, as they’re so fond of telling us in boosterist emails, cleared 1.3 billion dollars last year. They expect guys supporting families on 26-27k/year to applaud that. And that’s to say nothing of the techs and janitors and cashiers and bed pushers who make even less than us, but are as absolutely crucial to making a hospital work as the fucking CEO or the neurosurgeons. Can they pay us more? Absolutely. But why would they? No one’s making them. The workers in NY *made* them. They fought for and won a living wage. So how incredibly petty and counterproductive is it to fuss that their pile of crumbs is bigger than ours? Put that energy elsewhere. Organize. Fight. Win.
Jens Rushing (via accidentalambience)
23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain
Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.
We literally talk about our love and talk about a future. We don't have a clue but I like to think we do. He told me tonight about depression and harm and pills and things he's never told anyone. I wanna talk more to him. We also just talked about us and how we both love each other and cried bc we don't want to leave each other. Call us lame but when life's been a little shit and you've finally got it right it sucks ass that your life is about to do a 180 and u can't do anything about it. Then things happened tonight. Grampy. And he was wonderful and caring and helped me and my sisters and even my parents a little. He's amazing and wonderful. And last time I saw grampy he talked about Mikala being ridiculously tall Asked about prom and Richard And when I said Richard danced and will dance with me around in the kitchen, they got really happy and excited. So when I hugged Richard before he left this morning/night, we were hugging for a while and we kinda just started rhythmically swaying and I swear my grandpa was there. I felt him there guiding me, the way he guided me and taught me to dance when we were kids and polka-ed around their family room to the polka TV station. I'm so blessed. So blessed.
Who's gonna tell Grammy not to worry and roll their eyes and laugh while backing me up when I wear ripped jeans my Grammy thinks look dumb????? That's what life's about something to talk about God is good to us This one is dead, this one is dead, Want icecream?? Soda?? They burned his nose, it looked nice at the funeral tho Gram all worried about her weight and grampy goes, you're 89 and you're stuck with me, who you tryna impress!!
I know you guys are asleep but you know how I said my grampa was my favorite person bc he always was happy and considered getting fast food a blessing so he literally was the happiest man alive? He passed away smiling. Like literally smiling. I can't get over it and had to tell someone Honestly his body was just not good enough for his heart and soul anymore. He needed to move he needed to dance he needed to be able to crack jokes and not be tied down. His body couldn't keep up with him, so he had to let it go. Me and Richard had real talk tonight about how we both had depression and didn't want to live at certain points in our life (5th grade) and like self harm and shit and I even mentioned my eating disorder like we went in and then suddenly u was looking at the sky and I thought damn I'm worried about my grampy. So I kept telling Richard stories about grampy and told him how he was sick and then Casey came out and my heart sank. All I could do was scream "n constantly over and over again, I couldn't help it. I couldn't believe it. I fell to the ground I thought it was a bad dream I couldn't fathom it. I thought maybe if I just kept pushing away and closing my eyes and screaming no I'd wake up from the nightmare. Grampy is my favorite person this world has to offer. How he met Grammy at a wedding with some beer. Always drink from the bottle he told me, don't trust anyone with your drink. He told Casey to really get to know a Man U need to sleep with them lol. He told me a story about putting a hole in the wall of their first apartment and what he said was "that's what life's about, something to talk about" I mean I'm sure there were some "dolly"s up in there and some "I don't care what nobody says" and shakin his head or else is it really a grampy speech???? God damn I love that man and always will Gram all worried about her weight and grampy goes, you're 89 and you're stuck with me, who you tryna impress!! And then: I don't care what nobody thinks, I don't care what they says!! I'm the luckiest man in the world! I'm so blessed. Boy, I'll tell ya I'm the luckiest grandchild in the world and am so proud to have such a strong and amazing man to look up to and admire all these years. Thank you for supporting me in everything I do. RIP Grampy. I'm sure you're dancing your little heart out up there without missing a beat💞 I hope I'm making you proud when I walk across that stage today. I always worked hard for you.
In response to me saying senior skip day was lame: Omg same. Wanna skip tomorrow and just cuddle and eat tasty but unhealthy food and fall in and out of sleep and watch movies and not do anything except spend time loving each other?
Sundress no panties.
I've had three rape dream in the past two days bc I just took a nap for an hour and had one. The most recent one I was driving Mari home (maybe a bike maybe a car idk) and I took the road I thought I should but it was wrong and we ended up going in circles so I pulled over and there were these two guys there (and our car or bike disappeared) they were skinny black men who looked real creepy. We were trapped in their presence with no where to go outside of their home I assume. So I called Richard trying to be like, if I'm on the phone they can't do anything. But they did anyway. While I was on the phone with Richard trying to hint like "GET US HELP" the one close to the house took Maria inside!!! And I was trapped with the other and tried to call 911 bc I knew I couldn't take them but the other one was right there coming for me and I woke up. Then last night after the sleepover I had a dream I had to escape these rapists who were like out of jail and for some reason accepted by everyone but I still knew they were rapists and so in the middle of the night I had to try and escape. And like I'm having trouble remembering details but the same thing happened in my dream the night before..... Maybe bc we talked about honey boo boos mom dating a child molester?????? Idk I'm worried tho it's scary dreams.
How to Study Like a Harvard Student
Taken from Sophia Chua-Rubenfeld, daughter of the Tiger Mother
Preliminary Steps 1. Choose classes that interest you. That way studying doesn’t feel like slave labor. If you don’t want to learn, then I can’t help you. 2. Make some friends. See steps 12, 13, 23, 24. General Principles 3. Study less, but study better. 4. Avoid Autopilot Brain at all costs. 5. Vague is bad. Vague is a waste of your time. 6. Write it down. 7. Suck it up, buckle down, get it done. Plan of Attack Phase I: Class 8. Show up. Everything will make a lot more sense that way, and you will save yourself a lot of time in the long run. 9. Take notes by hand. I don’t know the science behind it, but doing anything by hand is a way of carving it into your memory. Also, if you get bored you will doodle, which is still a thousand times better than ending up on stumbleupon or something. Phase II: Study Time 10. Get out of the library. The sheer fact of being in a library doesn’t fill you with knowledge. Eight hours of Facebooking in the library is still eight hours of Facebooking. Also, people who bring food and blankets to the library and just stay there during finals week start to smell weird. Go home and bathe. You can quiz yourself while you wash your hair. 11. Do a little every day, but don’t let it be your whole day. “This afternoon, I will read a chapter of something and do half a problem set. Then, I will watch an episode of South Park and go to the gym” ALWAYS BEATS “Starting right now, I am going to read as much as I possibly can…oh wow, now it’s midnight, I’m on page five, and my room reeks of ramen and dysfunction.” 12. Give yourself incentive. There’s nothing worse than a gaping abyss of study time. If you know you’re going out in six hours, you’re more likely to get something done. 13. Allow friends to confiscate your phone when they catch you playing Angry Birds. Oh and if you think you need a break, you probably don’t. Phase III: Assignments 14. Stop highlighting. Underlining is supposed to keep you focused, but it’s actually a one-way ticket to Autopilot Brain. You zone out, look down, and suddenly you have five pages of neon green that you don’t remember reading. Write notes in the margins instead. 15. Do all your own work. You get nothing out of copying a problem set. It’s also shady. 16. Read as much as you can. No way around it. Stop trying to cheat with Sparknotes. 17. Be a smart reader, not a robot (lol). Ask yourself: What is the author trying to prove? What is the logical progression of the argument? You can usually answer these questions by reading the introduction and conclusion of every chapter. Then, pick any two examples/anecdotes and commit them to memory (write them down). They will help you reconstruct the author’s argument later on. 18. Don’t read everything, but understand everything that you read. Better to have a deep understanding of a limited amount of material, than to have a vague understanding of an entire course. Once again: Vague is bad. Vague is a waste of your time. 19. Bullet points. For essays, summarizing, everything. Phase IV: Reading Period (Review Week) 20. Once again: do not move into the library. Eat, sleep, and bathe. 21. If you don’t understand it, it will definitely be on the exam. Solution: textbooks; the internet. 22. Do all the practice problems. This one is totally tiger mom. 23. People are often contemptuous of rote learning. Newsflash: even at great intellectual bastions like Harvard, you will be required to memorize formulas, names and dates. To memorize effectively: stop reading your list over and over again. It doesn’t work. Say it out loud, write it down. Remember how you made friends? Have them quiz you, then return the favor. 24. Again with the friends: ask them to listen while you explain a difficult concept to them. This forces you to articulate your understanding. Remember, vague is bad. 25. Go for the big picture. Try to figure out where a specific concept fits into the course as a whole. This will help you tap into Big Themes – every class has Big Themes – which will streamline what you need to know. You can learn a million facts, but until you understand how they fit together, you’re missing the point. Phase V: Exam Day 26. Crush exam. Get A.
i love it when ppl use my name?????????????? when they say something and mention my name???????? when i didn’t know they knew my name but apparently they do?????????????????????? idk why ??????????? it’s just rly nice when ppl know u exist?????????????? wow
marry me. let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us. we can go to the movies and sit in the back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time. marry me. we’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than the walls. we can hold hands and go to parties we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub. marry me. and slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand. let me love you forever. marry me.
Unknown (via bl-ossomed)
I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…
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