It’s so odd Tom was in my dream last Sunday. It was the most….touchy dream I’ve had. It’s really strange because I’ve never had that much of an attraction to him prior to the dream. I came into class on Monday and saw him and the dream rushed back into memory and I just felt awkward trying to not make eye contacts with him across the room. (But of course eye contacts with Ben happens every freaking day and I’ll get on with him later.)

Ever since that dream, I’ve gained an attraction to him. I don’t know why, it’s really weird… my dreams I mean. The last time something like this happened to me was at the end of freshman year when Chris was going to move schools. I had a dream about him during my nap on the last day and realized I liked him. Why does this shit always happen when school is ending??? I mean, during the school year I think this and that is cute but it fades hella fast. At the end of the school year, I randomly just get these attractions to people I never thought I’d like.

I’m saying “attraction” only because I don’t know Tom at all besides how he acts in class and nice things I’ve heard about him. Very humble guy that is a momma’s boy and does charity work. That’s already a great potential mate for me haha! We’ve never really exchanged any words except when he calls my name giving my paper back or something. BUT since the class is really tight and we technically know each other because the teacher gets us really close like a family, we get to know each other pretty well without speaking directly to one another. Let me get to the point omfg I followed him on Instagram and his thing was on private..and I usually don’t really follow people with private on..or people I don’t really talk to….but I did it! Lord behold, I took a deep breath and clicked it. And he approved…and he followed back omfg I got so happy seeing that notification. He’s a cool, popular kid so I really didn’t expect that at all. I guess he’s just an all around great guy. (and so the intent photo research began… And I’ve come to the conclusion he’s just a sweet sweet boy even though he looks like he could be an asshole.)

On to Ben. We’ve been doing poetry this past week; a 5 line poem, I used to but now, etc. I think we have this special connection going on because we totally understand each other’s poem. He wrote something about atomic bombs and comparing it to being indestructible as a Nokia phone. Oh my gawd that was clever— seemed like a thing I would see on tumblr though but maybe he secretly has one and that’s why we get each other. I voted for his poem (without knowing it was his) to the next round. I wrote a poem about how endurance is a camel, it has a journeying challenge, it carries fortitude in its hump, ah too, it spits in your face. Mr. Calabria said he liked the camel but didn’t get the endurance part. And Ben, sweet sweet Ben, argued (without knowing it was mine) explaining how the poem makes sense and should go into the next round. However, Tom shouted “NO!” hahaha but maybe that was because everyone voted no for his giraffe poem.

Ugh, man, I’m going to miss seeing these precious faces across the classroom. All these freaking eye contacts kill me. I kinda hope Mr. Calabria makes us do cheesy things like HAVE to sign everyone’s yearbooks or HAVE to hug everyone, take pics, etc on the last day…because I would love to be in the arms of those boys.

depression-kills-you-inside:

justareallifegirl:

richardthecat:

clype:

How Animals Eat Their Food

this is my fav thing omg.

It’s things like this that really make me question how humans climbed their way up to the top of the food chain…

Love the other guy just sitting there :L

i love in the flamingo one he’s like wearing a pink body suit

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shisno-jon:

dorranxskara:

righteouskungfu:

iwishiwroteharrypotter:

thecolorplaid:

allihearisradiogaga:

bangarangn1tram:

iamtonysexual:

sobasicallysherlock:

inthedeereyes:

MEN OF TUMBLR I LOVE YOU

Oh who, meeee???

omg reblog it yesterday and there were only two pictures

guys what have you done in one day? D:

I’m so honored! I could just cry!

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fukcingniall:

days-and-dust:

moonblossom:

kisskissbigbang:

annaomgz:

Never scroll past a twerking soldier. Thank you for serving our country with your brave booty.

Officer Booty reporting for duty. 

Call of Booty

Call of Booty: Back Dat Ass Ops.

omfg

soulja boy tell em

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This really happened

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analmermaidprincess:

analmermaidprincess:

What a beautiful afternoon to sit in my yard and drink a milkshake

The boys…

They have arrived….

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beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

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danieldempsey:

My dude straight loving him some nsync.

AHHH

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anthonycq:

I don’t ask for much.
Show me how you feel
tell me what you think
and please, don’t lie.
We’re only human
I don’t expect perfection.
Just a little effort
and undivided attention.
We’ll take our interests
combine our lives
and mature over time
what else can we do?
Let’s just be.
I can’t change you.
and you can’t change me.

I hope you won’t miss me way too much when I leave for college. I don’t want the thought of you crying even though you’re tough and never cry. I know I’ll miss your cooking definitely. I hate to say it, but I’ll probably miss you lecturing me too. I’m growing up! I’ll talk to you whenever I’m free because I do need my mommy. I might not say too much, but I really do like whenever we have those personal conversations because it makes me feel close to you and that I actually have someone I can confide to. I think you are as great as grandma even though I don’t know her like that. I hear she’s wonderful though. Just like you. She would be proud of you: you’ve become a fantastic mom. At least I think so. You and dad have nurtured me from the start along with my sisters. I will try my best to do well in school to get a job and support you and dad. You have my word. I’m sorry if I ever made you upset. Thank you for such a pleasant childhood. I love you.

Love always,

Your little Vi

noritren:

nocturnal—rainb0ws:

xuthanasia:

desolve:

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.

ah fuck man I’m bawling like a baby

this is the best thing I have ever read 

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