There is a hell of a lot of people who care about you and are willing to face the whole world with you. Remember that.
I love being able to act like a little kid when I’m with him. He looks at me funny sometimes, but for the most part, he goes along with it. I love how we can play fight and end up rolling on the floor laughing. I love how he never fails to make me laugh.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
“No…I think you’re beautiful.”
Don’t forget about where you came from, what your values are, who your friends are, what matters most and your priorities. Most importantly, don’t lose who you are.
I really hope I get the chance to study abroad this winter. The only obstacle that I see if I get accepted, is whether I am financially capable of paying for it. It’s $3700 for the program, but that doesn’t even cover airfare and extra spending money. I would guess that airfare is like $2000-$3000 and extra spending money, like another $200. So a total of up to $7000 to study abroad. HOLY SHIT BALLS THAT’S A LOT OF MONEY. BUT how great of an experience it would be…There is a scholarship available for $500. If given to me, that still leaves about $6500…Maybe I can ask all of my family members like my aunts, uncles, cousins if they would be willing to help me. I sure hope they would. Gosh, this would mean so much to me if I could do this…You don’t understand…
I wish I knew what I wanted to do as a career when I first started college. I feel as though I wasted so much time “exploring” and now I’m on the edge. I am still waiting to hear back a second time from the Human Service Department about whether or not I got in after being reconsidered.
This quarter I’m taking a health education class and I’m starting to second guess my degree choice. Maybe I should have stuck with biology or went for a pre-med to then go on to medical school. Maybe that should have been the ideal career path for me. But now it’s too late. I’m already a junior, I’m not in a major, and I’m most likely going to be a 5th year senior. I don’t even know how I’m going to pay for all of this.
Why does society expect us to graduate high school, go to college and immediately know what we want to do with our lives. I’m 21 and I still have no idea what I want to do. Sure, I have a general idea, but there are so many options.
why would you post pics on IG, hashtag to no end, and then delete your pic? What is the point of that?!
I want you to motivate me towards my dreams. I want you to motivate me to become a better person. I want you to motivate me to become a better dancer. All I need is someone to motivate me.
I feel like I’m just screwing up. Everything’s good and then I get all emotional and shit. Why do girls have to be so emotional?!
going on a rather small diet and i have never craved sushi, thai, or mexican food soooo much in my life until NOW!
The second time you fall in love with someone, you’re going to feel so relieved. When you get your heart broken for the first time, you can’t imagine loving someone else again or having someone else love you. You worry about your ex finding love before you do, you worry about being damaged goods. And then it happens. Someone else loves you and you can sleep well at night.
The second time you fall in love with someone, it’s going to feel different. The first time felt like a dream almost. You were untouched, untainted by anyone. You accepted love with wide open arms and desperation. “Love me, love me, love me!” So you did. And then it fell apart and left you shocked to the core. You realized that people could be cruel and break your heart. You realized that people could stop meaning the sweet things they said to you just yesterday. So when you go into it again, you’re going to keep in mind everything that you’ve learned. You’re going to say, “Love me, love me, love me…until you don’t. In which case, I would like some advance warning. Thanks!”
The second time you fall in love with someone, you’re going to compare it to your first love. That’s okay. That’s natural. You’re going to be studying the new love with judgement and wariness. “My ex never liked broccoli. Why the hell does this one eat so much broccoli?!” Discovering that you have the ability to love multiple people who are different and feel different is initially very jarring. Loving an unfamiliar body will leave you disoriented and in dire need of a map. That’s okay too. That’s to be expected. Just ask the new love for directions.
The second time you fall in love with someone, you’re going to suffer from a bout of amnesia. You’re going to poke and prod at your lover’s body and be like, “Wait, how do I do this again? How do I love you? I think it starts with us having a moment together in some coffee shop, right?” It’s going to feel scary at first. Falling in love is sort of like riding a bike though. You never really forget.
The second time you fall in love with someone, you’ll be a more sane person. Your first love is when you get all of your insanity out. You behave like an insane monster because your mind is freaking out about all these new powerful feelings. By the second time, however, you have an idea of what works and what doesn’t. It’s by no means perfect. The insanity will make a cameo at some point. “Peek a boo. I’m here! Hope you didn’t forget about me!” But you can usually shoo it away after awhile.
The second time you fall in love with someone, you will hopefully have better sex. Do not quote me on this.
The second time you fall in love with someone will still be exciting and you might even talk about moving in together or marriage. It will feel more “adult.” You have no idea what adult love actually is but you think it involves making coffee for each other in the morning and maybe even getting a dog. “This is my dog, Xan. I got him with the second person I fell in love with because that’s what you do! The first person I was in love with would’ve killed a dog.”
The second time will not be the first time. The first time is an insane magical life gift that you can never reclaim. But that’s okay. The second time is more real anyway. The second time can involve some amazing love.” —(via malantran)
He plucked my armpit hair.
The first time I skipped all of my classes because of cramps and a tummy ache. :(
Bitter sweet feeling right now.