I am always so incredibly unhappy the day before my birthday.
"I do not hear you", 2003
Monica Martin is bae.
How dare she look that good?
More of @kylemooney and @nathanfielder showing us dumb YouTube videos for two hours last night (at The Cinefamily)
Waking up in my car on the 5th of July with my girlfriend
I want this
I hate my life
The last comment makes me a bit sad. Seeing such beautiful pictures or reading the stories behind them should give you the courage to change your own life and to just go after your happiness and should not leave you sitting at home thinking that you hate your life.
Yeah if people had money, a different thought process (i.e no negative thinking, self-confidence), and again, more money, yeah of course people would be “going after their own happiness”. It doesnt really work for everyone. People cant afford to nor do they have the circumstances to just drop everything and change their life and magically meet a loving partner in the processThat being said, i too hate my life. No matter how much ive tried to change it to make it better and more positive there are always circumstances beyond my control or personality (?) that occur that make me fall right back into being unhappy. Also, sorry this is just a debbie downer post.
High School Reading List
Back in May, the #weneeddiversebooks campaign lit a fire to fulfill the desperate need for diverse books in children’s literature. Behind the Book has always championed efforts to find diverse authors and protagonists that will appeal to students since we serve communities of color. For your enjoyment (and enrichment), we’ve created an epic list of diverse books to reflect the diversity in our city; here’s our list for high school students.
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Softness is not weakness.
It takes courage to stay delicate
in a world this cruel.
Im currently listening to the radio show of the Jonah Hill looking motherfucker i like from my improv classes and wow he is still funny on the air and his voice is sexy and why do i continue thinking this. Why does my brain continue to like people who most likely do not like me. I mean sure, Matt (thats his name) gave me weird signs in the beginning that he liked me but after we hung out he never texts me anymore and stopped liking most of my social media posts which means he is absolutely disgusted by me. But whenever i stalk his Tumblr im like god dammit, stop doing this to me, youre pretty great. And i see him again in a week when we start our level 3 improv class, right after he doesnt wish me a happy birthday tomorrow and when he doesnt show up to my birthday gathering on Saturday.
I havent truly liked anyone this much in maybe years (including ppl Ive dated lol oops). I feel like I’m 16 writing about this dumb white boy. But alas, today is my last day of being 25 and i am sexually frustrated and thirsty as hell.