“You can’t just make me different and then leave.”
— Looking for Alaska, John Green (via wolf-cub)
(Source: survivinginsanity, via splendid-circumstances)
— Looking for Alaska, John Green (via wolf-cub)
(Source: survivinginsanity, via splendid-circumstances)
friendly reminder that your stomach is not supposed to be totally flat because it is home to some of your vital organs and you are a woman so you carry fat there and it doesn’t make you any less sexy and if anyone makes you feel otherwise you should throw up on them
(Source: principiosrotos, via recoveryislovely)
Since I have been seated here respectively at It’s A Grind since late afternoon on this overcast day, I’ve watched the clouds get darker and the lights glare stronger against the window and have been the longest seated person in here as of 5 o’clock. I don’t know what’s good or bad because I’ve felt emotions more profoundly in the last few hours than I have all month - good and bad.
White Passing Daisy was my Washington song. I drove down Bastanchury during a rainy winter night with Miguel listening to this song. We talked about how we would take a drive our first night in Washington no matter how tired we both were. Or how we would live together, helping each other on MCATS, or biology classes. Working part time jobs and always coming to sleep in the same bed because we’d have each other no matter what. And then the worst part of this entire dream was that it was denied repetitively in a whole. College after college denied me, as well as the dream I have thought of days and nights for numbered days I cannot recollect. As painful as it feels, I know that dream will never be fulfilled, and that is life. Undergrad, I suppose, was not supposed to be spent in rainy weather under real autumn trees.
*in ap environmental science*
mcgrath: “polar bears are ver-“
me: “DID YOU KNOW OVER 400 SEA LION PUPS HAVE WASHED ASHORE WITHOUT THEIR MOM’S BECAUSE THEY CAN’T FIND ANY FOOD?!”
some kid: “what’s the even purpose of sea lions?”
me: *turns around* “WHAT’S THE PURPOSE OF YOU?”
Meet Ronan, a 3-year-old sea lion that loves disco and the Backstreet Boys, and is the first non-human mammal able to keep the beat to music.
Previously, birds like parrots (like this parrot, and this parrot, and this parrot, and these parrots) were the prime head-bobbers of nature. And it’s not tied to vocals, like the way that parrots mimic human speech (since sea lions don’t do that). It seems like rhythm is a natural part of biology.
So next time you move, feel the beat in your evolution, man.
(via The Two-Way : NPR)
Yesterday I went to Miguel’s house to help him watch his nephews. Those little kids are adorable… and crazy, but still cute.
Also when I went over the pizza had also just arrived and I was in the kitchen with Miguel, his two sisters, and two nephews and his dad had got pizza and brought it back to his room, and he came back again and he asked if I was eating and of course I responded yes and he replied back with “good”. I don’t know. I’ve never had an adult make sure I was eating before and it kind of felt good that someone other than Miguel cared about my eating habits.
And then I made cookies for everyone because I get to use Miguel’s kitchen pretty much whenever I want
— John Green, Paper Towns (via quota-tions)
(via trappedinparadise)
I’m so torn between wanting to stick up for myself but at the same time giving into people because I have a huge space for guilt in my body.
I am sold on the fact that when people tell me things I take them in a painful way. When I feel emotions, I feel them so intensely and harshly more than most. I’m so sensitive, and I don’t know why. No one likes it, but I can’t rid it.
No one likes me, and everyone just pretends. Sometimes I want to make myself disappear because no one dislikes me more than I dislike myself.
I’m not genuinely happy anymore, or at least it’s too hard pretending too be. It’s just not as constant. I’m just too broken.
i want to watch the most fucked up law n order svu episodes with someone in bed and have them tell me how pretty they think i am after each one is over
(via recoveryislovely)