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THESE are gorgeous and I want some
jesus these look COMFORTABLE
Instead of being an annoying little shit and texting me of all people to ask if we have a delay tomorrow, use your fucking smartphone to check the school’s website why the fuck would I know
I fucking hate group projects.
this girl in my class was sitting with her legs spread and I could see her underwear underneath her shorts and her pubes were peekin out
I don’t care whether or not you shave down there but for the love of god I don’t want to see all that
Had a train headed for us right after I snapped these. Well worth it though.
I have to take digital I to start my portfolio and I’m annoyed because I taught myself all this stuff about how to operate a camera and use photoshop when I was 13 and I’m stuck with all these newbies
my favorite thing to do is make friends with my friends’ boyfriends
a public service announcement
"A person of good intelligence and sensitivity cannot exist in this society very long without having some anger about the inequality - and it’s not just a bleeding-heart, knee-jerk, liberal kind of a thing - it is just a normal human reaction to a nonsensical set of values where we have cinnamon flavored dental floss and there are people sleeping in the street" ~ George Carlin
Just under my photo, there’s green text that says “Organ Donor.” When I was 16 and getting my driver’s license, they asked me if I’d like it printed there. I’d heard the rumors. People said if you were an organ donor, paramedics wouldn’t work as hard to save your life. I called bullshit. Print it. Take my heart for someone who needs it. You can’t take it with you.
Third period of my first day of high school, my teacher walked in and told us he wanted an essay from everyone about dying empty. I found it morbid. I was young, full of life and I was sure as shit planning to die fulfilled. I wanted to soak up every ounce of this life. I wanted to see every corner of the world and so empty was not an option for me. Of course, that’s not what he meant.
I think I was 18 when I truly realized that I don’t believe in god. The last hurdle for me was the same as it is for a lot of people. We’re afraid to die and rightfully so. Religion quells some of that fear. The idea of an afterlife is comforting. You do some nice things, you give 10% of your income to the church, you follow the rules and you get an everlasting paradise.
I’ve relegated myself to the idea that this is the only shot I’ve got. I’ve started to understand what my 10th grade English teacher was talking about. For me, there’s no eternity, no reincarnation, no pearly gates. For me, the only shot at being infinite I have is to leave a legacy worth remembering. I wasn’t born empty. We’re not shells waiting to be filled in by the world. We aren’t a collection of the things we’ve seen. We’re born with something to offer. We’re born full of potential. Potential to change the world. Potential to break down walls. We’re born full of life and I’m pouring mine out everyday. I’m giving it to everyone I meet because someday, I’m gonna die; we all are, and when that day comes, you can’t take it with you.—Dan “Soupy” Campbell (via audrotas)