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[fridaykirby]

Hello

My first time using Tumblr.

Is there anything i should expect here?

[collectingfloods]

Bitch now ts6 is reputation

[ouraskworld]

About being a teenager

So here I am....

I don’t know whether I should justify this blog or not. Attempting to build an argument to begin a blog would just reveal the self-absorption I’m embedded in. Not trying to do it would trigger in the bright minds the thought that I had this discussion in my head beforehand and reached the conclusion that it would be clever to just begin without a preamble. But given I don’t understand what cleverness means...

Who am I to judge who is clever?

My name is... I won’t tell you my name. You don’t care. I do care, but I am certainly not mature enough to handle the kind of rejection I’ll get for the things displayed in this Blog. However, I do want you to know I’m a teenager. I am 19 years old. Evidently my first language is not English. I hope my readers (I really hope there’ll be more than one) bear with me and correct me whenever possible.  As you may have guessed, I don’t like commas. Whenever I read a text with a lot a commas I feel the author’s need for attention instead of content. I’m a physics undergraduate student. My interest lies in theoretical physics. In particular, I would like to do my thesis on spacetime structures. I’ve also played guitar for a long time. It helps me relax and get out of academic matter for a moment.

The purpose of this Blog is to write for people like me. Those who’ve made bad decisions and are now in a dire position. I don’t really know what dire means. It just kind of sounds good.

Today

[the-blue-kirby]

My first picture and I feel like trash.

[projectvanity2015-blog]

Starting PV

The Project Vanity idea was co-concocted with my close friend Ashely and encouraged by many others dear to me. I made a tumbler to document the process, but more so to keep myself accountable and to push myself outside of my comfort zone. I am starting this project because I want to realize that it is okay to care about how I look and how others see me. In fact, it is healthy. I’m hopelessly pragmatic, so I am telling myself that this will be a process of learning about myself and living a healthier life.

[sharedshield]

Hello Tumblr!

Nothing more than a ordinary afternoon in june and I decided to start this blog. It’s not that I’m bored, besides my real social life, I have a virtual family (hey spnfamily!) but I want to extend it. So welcome, all of you!! What else to say? I’m a fangirl. Sometimes my whole existence is based on my fangirl activities. And I need music for everything I do. And Nutella. Lots of it. That’s all. For the moment. Stay tuned!

[in-a-sweater-poorly-knit]

He never said he liked me or missed me. If I ever said something really sweet about how I cared for him he would just be like "whoa! You are getting awfully close to the 'L' word" and he cared in the beginning. He really did. But I spent so much time hart broken, mostly because you were such a jerk to me and I let you. All is forgiven, I am chill now. But now that I am dating Caleb, he like legit cares. I can tell by how he looks at me, how open he is, how hard he tries, he has thought about our future. He has a desire to take care if me, he is my best friend. I thought relationship were only how they were when I was with you, but they are not like that at all in less you are in a crappy one. It hurts that you never really cared. You just wanted a cute girl because it was the thing to do. I had a good time and really want the best for you, I have not forgot our jokes and some of the deeper things you have said to me. But I am glad we broke up. I am glad you are happy with your girlfriend. I am much better off and loved and wanted. And you were dumb to not see that it could have been better and what you left. You had other motives, ones I did not agree on. I am beyond happy, it is nice to see what this is really about, to care for some one so much and be cared for I return. I love going out with Caleb. He make me happy. You made me feel not enough.