#ensurance

[latelecaster]

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[theyuniversity]

What’s Up with “Ensure” and “Insure”?

ℹ️ Here’s the truth:

However, many grammar sticklers insist that “insure” is only acceptable when it means “to guarantee against financial loss or harm.” So, the argument goes, if the sentence doesn’t involve money or the protection of assets, “ensure” is the better word to use.

💁 Since it doesn’t take a whole lot of work to write “insure” instead of “ensure,” it’s not a bad idea to make that distinction.

[lordsaylohan-blog]

Behind the Scenes with Lindsay Lohan and Esurance (2015)

[argentaeglantine]

When I was in the Philippines I had two really good friends and they were my only friends for the better part of a year

I was an idiot I was so so stupid when I was twelve but I loved them and I still do

And I'm back in touch with one of them now and she just said that the two of them miss me a lot

Guys I left that place without saying goodbye properly I didn't even say goodbye to my own dad how did I deserve to be missed by those girls how

[argentaeglantine]

There's this game in the Philippines where you throw plates at a wall to vent. Like there's even a special store for it somewhere in Cebu or something. We had that in my high school for the school fair; I threw plates at the outside court wall all by myself. Though I didn't know what I was mad at. It's pretty useful, now that I think about it. And it's a creative way of getting rid of plates you don't want :P

[argentaeglantine]

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For some reason whenever I start RPing I always have to have -10 self-esteem and I feel like all of you don't actually like me BUT you actually do and I love you for it and to prove it I'm telling you right now that when I see beautiful things the first thing I think of is how the heckie to describe it to you HERE GOES

Yesterday evening we drove to the beach with our moms and two family friends. And whenever I'm in the car I have to sit by a window, especially when it's sunset because dude?? the sky's so pretty. Like yesterday, there were a lot of clouds, like they were a dark, powdery sort of blue, and you know how you can run a chalk lengthwise across the chalkboard to make a really cool smudge? Imagine a bright, fiery orange chalk, done up like that across that blue cloud.

(As an aside, I've found that a good writing exercise in description is to try and write the color of the sky. And Benedict Cumberbatch's eyes, but I'm not at that level just yet.)

We got to the beach. It was dark and windy and cold but it was so nice. We were pretty much alone. It's weird walking in the sand wearing boots. Our moms and our friends went back in the car before long so my sister and I basically walked by ourselves to the water. The tide was going up so the water was coming closer and closer, like saying hi. I tried to say hi back and got my boots wet a little. There were rocks and I watched how the water hit them, then flowed over-under-in-between them. It always found a way.

After that we actually went to a birthday party (and I had no idea until we left the beach and went there). At first I felt really insecure because I only knew about ten people there and there were dozens but the food was nice and everyone was okay and I got to talk to a mom about Minecraft because her son plays it. I don't know whose birthday it actually was, but it was a nice party and everyone had a good time.

[argentaeglantine]

A Tagalog news station is on TV downstairs and I'm homesick but how am I homesick where is this home that I'm pining for

I was born miles away from my home city and I moved out of the house I was raised in when I was seven. Sure, it was to the next neighborhood, but I was seven--one neighborhood to another felt like five years later when I went halfway round the world. Guys, I scatter. So far in almost seventeen years, I have never stayed in one place, and I realized that that's how I'll always be.

So where the heck is home? Am I guilty that I left without saying a proper goodbye? Maybe it's because mangoes taste better back there. I know who my home is--I see them when I wake up and after I type in my password, I see them on Sundays and I ate burgers with them a few days ago in some mall at Bergen. But when I read about people who come back from work to the place where they live and they say, "I'm home," I honestly don't understand.

It's because of the people, right? So if they're gone, there's no home. That means if I go back to the house I was raised in--I heard it's abandoned now--it won't feel the same. I don't know, that feels scary. Words are failing me; I think I'll have to stop here.