Life in the 802

Sep 24
kanergirl88:

I came in like a wrecking ball

kanergirl88:

I came in like a wrecking ball

Sep 24

School. Homework. Gym. That seems to be my life now. I spend so much time at home, studying. My iPod has become my best friend. What I wouldn’t do to just be able to spend a day away from all of this with my friends. Without having to worry about all the homework I have, or that I have to go to the gym and lift. Is it arm day or leg day? Because at the end of the day, going to the gym Is part of my homework. I can’t chase my dream without it. And through out all of this time consuming, struggle of my life, my head is still filled with thoughts of you. I still miss you. I’m doing better at life. I’m essentially on my way to a bright future, but the way you light up my life is still missing. But I have to do what’s best for me. And right now, this is it. Here’s to hoping that out paths cross again. And no matter how you look at it. College is worth it for me.

Sep 24
twistedviper:

bitter-sweet-laugh:

can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

I’m pISIING

LOL

ARE YOU MISSING THE DUDE IN THE BACK PUTTING THE FISH BACK AFTER LOOKING HER I CAN’T

twistedviper:

bitter-sweet-laugh:

can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

I’m pISIING

LOL

ARE YOU MISSING THE DUDE IN THE BACK PUTTING THE FISH BACK AFTER LOOKING HER I CAN’T

Sep 24

quote

You think it’s cool to hate things. And it’s not. It’s boring. Talk about what you love and keep quiet about what you don’t.

— (via hylophobic)
Sep 19
Oh the conversations I have with my cousin.

Oh the conversations I have with my cousin.

Sep 11
adubs132:

well shit. voldemort is now trying to take over one of the districts in the hunger games. what is this?

adubs132:

well shit. voldemort is now trying to take over one of the districts in the hunger games. what is this?

Sep 11

ekarusryndren:

anotherfirebender:

m1ssred:

chemical reaction

*how to spawn demons: a beginner’s guide to chemistry

image

Sep 11
fdny:

FDNY members doing rescue and recovery work in the days following Sept. 11, 2001.

fdny:

FDNY members doing rescue and recovery work in the days following Sept. 11, 2001.

Sep 11
eridonkidonk:

officialdaddyegbert:

blobeggs:

boxlunches:

blobeggs:

Every single friday this kid just shows up dressed as link I love this school

Does he talk

he does but whenever someone calls his name for roll call he just goes “HEUH” 

what happened in this young man’s life that made him think “damn, every friday i’m gonna go to school dressed as link”

perhaps it was something in his past
perhaps
a link to his past

eridonkidonk:

officialdaddyegbert:

blobeggs:

boxlunches:

blobeggs:

Every single friday this kid just shows up dressed as link I love this school

Does he talk

he does but whenever someone calls his name for roll call he just goes “HEUH” 

what happened in this young man’s life that made him think “damn, every friday i’m gonna go to school dressed as link”

perhaps it was something in his past

perhaps

a link to his past

Sep 11
fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.