No roommate. Monies from an easy job. Lead in the summer play. Hopefully doing chemistry research. About to get into a good roleplay. Drawing art on my tablet. Helping revive an avatar-based forum. And now, Nick is going to break up with his girlfriend.
FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Just the year. That would be so damn legit.
Eventually. There was a time in my life when I was much younger, and I yearned for an albino snake. However, my mother is very afraid of snakes and therefore I could not get one. It’s kind of gross that I would have to feed it mice/rats (I would probably get a simple corn snake) but as long as insects are not involved, life will be peachy. xD Sometime when I live where I want, in a place of my own… I also want a rather large fish tank with many different colored fish… Yay!
JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT WAS THE VOICE OF JIM IN TREASURE PLANET.
I FOUND THAT OUT AWHILE AGO BUT I FORGOT SO CURRENTLY MY MIND IS BLOWN. OMG THAT IS FUCKING WONDERFUL. NOW I LOVE TREASURE PLANET EVEN MORE. AND I ALREADY LOVED IT A WHOLE LOT.
YESSSS. I still write ‘haha’ more than lol, and 150 pokemon and nine planets are super legit.
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why cant americans just use celsius it’s so much easier to spell than feiehreirheineiheit
do you mean degrees of FREEDOM
for some reason, this made me laugh out loud, so I had to reblog it. xDD
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Holy shit. O.O
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Idk why. I just think it’s really cool. XD
I’m not really intelligent, I just pretend to be.
I am dreaming. There is a woman. She is short and middle-aged, with slightly unkempt, dark, curly hair trailing down her back. The expression on her face looks tired and weary; she is lonely and unhappy. She sits on the edge of a couch in a tiny, somewhat untidy room. She sighs. She makes no other noise, but small tears stream down the sides of her face, flowing overtop barely dried tear tracks, presumably from moments before. She stays sitting for a moment longer, and then busies herself by making tea. She closes her eyes and sips the tea, and I realize that this woman is me. As soon as this realization strikes me, I am no longer watching from afar, but through the woman’s, through my, own eyes. The scene changes. All I can see is an unframed photo of a very attractive couple. The male is tall and handsome with dark hair and a long nose. His wife is beautiful; she has long blonde waves that nearly reach her waist, and pretty blue eyes. They both have bright, white, perfect smiles. The woman who is me sobs quietly to herself. The promise of what her life was going to be had been shattered; she feels the pain and frustration of her most important dream falling to pieces. There had never been another moment in her life that seemed as unfair as this did. The scene changes. The woman is alone and it is dark. The stars are bright, and she is standing at the edge of a lake. She screams in frustration and sobs into the night sky, as if she’s asking it to release her. After a short while, she falls on her knees, still sobbing and screaming, the screaming becoming shriller as she loses control. After what could have been hours, she collapses on the soft grass, spent. The scene changes. She is writing a letter to her father and sister. She struggles constantly, unable to put her feelings into words. She eventually gives up, as she does with everything, and finishes it without being satisfied. She doesn’t cry this time. The scene changes. I am no longer looking through my own, older eyes; I again watch from afar. The soft grass is green, and there are a few clouds in the sky, some of which are partially covering the sun. All of the faces wear the same expression, which is to say, no expression. They are neither sad nor happy. There are only a few people present: the handsome man from the photo, my elderly father, my still naïve sister, a very freckled Michelle, a bearded Omar, and a very intelligent-looking Garrett. As I look closer, I find very faint emotions on each of their faces, as if there were only a hint of feeling. Ena looks slightly confused. Omar looks slightly disbelieving. Michelle looks slightly annoyed. The handsome man is barely frowning. Garrett looks unsurprised. My father is the only one with tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. The scene changes; there is nothing. I wake up.
Is it okay to want something even if you don’t believe it exists?
