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transitorystory:

shannonsophia:

fembot77:

Grooms seeing their brides for the first time on their wedding day.

ugh. why doesn’t someone love me this much?

i will probably cry on my wedding day too. sucha sucker for that stuff

Goddamnit, Sam. you made me cry.

Just when I thought the Door Dec chapter of my life was over…
#AssistantRLCproblems?

Just when I thought the Door Dec chapter of my life was over…

#AssistantRLCproblems?

sometimes

sometimes i just yearn
to share my words
in an abyss of strangers—
the internet

feels my loneliness
and understands
my ever growing complexities—
a result of love

that rampaged my body
and tore apart my soul
in a fit of rage and beauty—
there are no words

to describe the pain i felt
when i deduced what “it” was
and resolved to never again be
a victim of my heart’s abuse.


I GET TO MAKE DOOR DECS!

I GET TO MAKE DOOR DECS! I GET TO MAKE DOOR DECS! I GET TO MAKE DOOR DECS!

I was recently hired as an Assistant Residence Life Coordinator AND GUESS WHAT ONE OF MY RESPONSIBILITIES IS?!

I get to make door decs for the RAs!!!!! :D

Thank GAWD. It doesn’t feel like August until door decs need to be made.

I also get to order whatever I want for the RAs from the annual Office Depot supply book. It’s like the Toys R Us  Christmas toy book in the 90’s… but for office supply junkies like me.

/bliss

stayingstrong-movingon:



                           




the first one though

stayingstrong-movingon:


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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the first one though

Please enlighten me.

Please enlighten me.

transitorystory:

YOU LIED SHANE. AND YOU LOST THE HOTTEST CHARACTER TO EVER EXIST ON THAT SHOW. WAY TO GO.

^^^^^I thought the same thing as soon as I read that quote. A part of me dies inside everytime I see Sharmen clips. GAWD.

It’s really disgusting…

It’s really disgusting how much I miss being a RA. I miss abusing my University’s reimbursement policy for baking supplies. I miss having an excuse to buy glitter glue. I miss tricking my drunk residents into doing something stupid. I miss the hugs they would give me afterwards. I miss having my own room. I miss having movie nights on Res Life’s budget. I miss making door decs. I miss thinking of new themes every month for my bulletin boards. I miss passive aggressively fighting floor problems with snarky bulletin boards. I miss making a difference and saving lives (no exaggeration, I literally saved lives during my last year as a RA). 

Dare I say it I even miss icebreakers.

Don’t even dare to ask me how I’m doing in a month when I’m not at August training. Ugh.

I miss Res Liiiiiiife.

enviouscovet:

shibaprincess:

this gave me a lot of feelings

and i want to cry

Meanwhile the wineglasses had flushed yellow and flushed crimson; had been emptied; had been filled. And thus by degrees was lit, half-way down the spine, which is the seat of the soul, not that hard little electric light which we call brilliance, as it pops in and out upon our lips, but the more profound, subtle and subterranean glow which is the rich yellow flame of rational intercourse. No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself. We are all going to heaven and Vandyck is of the company — in other words, how good life seemed, how sweet its rewards, how trivial this grudge or that grievance, how admirable friendship and the society of one’s kind, as, lighting a good cigarette, one sunk among the cushions in the window-seat.

Virginia Woolfe, on “Intellectual Intercourse,” (via kholioli)

A girl just cited this in a text to me. I may or may not have deemed this a swoon-worthy act.