bloop.

From 90 to 64 in three days. Go Arizona.

1 am

I’m tired.

Halfway through my HPA project that I started at 10:30.

On the brightside I finally read the perks of being a wallflower and now i understand all the hype. and yes i’m too lazy for capital letters. and considering the effort that last apostraphe took it’s looking like punctuation is on its way out as wel..

and typos.

PLEASE HELP AND REBLOG

peacelovedior:

THIS KID IN THE BACKGROUND IS MY LITTLE BROTHER JACOB FROM ORLANDO FLORIDA. AND AT THIS MOMENT HE IS MISSING. HE IS 11 YEARS OF AGE, 4’8, HE HAS MARKS ALL OVER HIS BODY, HIS EYEBROWS ALMOST FORM A UNIBROW, HE WAS BLACK HAIR, AND WAS LAST SEEN WITH HIS BLUE BIKE. MY FAMILY AND I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR A GOOD HOUR OR TWO. PLEASE DONT JUST LOOK AND SCROLL. PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG. 

(via winter-springs)

Writing an essay about Sylvia Plath and the parallel between her life and The Bell Jar serve to depict insanity as a normal occurrence in the novel.

Waiting for the complete insanity to set in.

I’ve been reading biographies detailing her suicide, pages of symptoms of depression, quotes about insanity; just 4 pages to go!

In other news spring break is over and that’s very sad.

Today I went to Borders sale and bought The Bell Jar and 21

Best purchase in the HISTORY OF THE STORE.

Why yes, yes it is.

Was*

Everyone has one.

That moment in life that changes everything. It could be divorce, the death of a parent or sibling, some monumental event that strips you of innocence. We can’t ever go back from it. You can’t unlearn the bad shit in the world, you can’t change the past, and you can’t change what it taught you. 

I have stuff that’s been damn near impossible to get to, but I don’t think anything was THAT for me. And I’m afraid that I’m going to miss my moment; that it will come, change me, and pass right on by and I won’t even notice. I’ll think it’s just another test on the way to some major obstacle. 

When things go great and everything seems to click into place, we thank God for helping us. But when things go badly and we can hardly take it, we don’t thank God for the lessons he’s teaching. Shouldn’t things go both ways? We’re so caught up in obtaining things and obtaining goals that we don’t stop to think what the challenges on the way could mean, and that if we let them, they could become more important to us than our original goal was in the first place. 

It’s the hard moments that test us; that teach us that childhood is gone and the world is out there. 

I hope I notice my moment. I hope I learn from it without breaking. I hope I have the courage to reach out to someone to help me.

Because everyone has one.

Oh essay, you’re due tomorrow?

That’s funny cuz it’s gonna be tomorrow in less than an hour and I haven’t started you yet!

Oh, coffee, you’re gonna invade my bloodstream tomorrow?

Oh okay.

Here’s to going crazy.

Dance shows this weekend, next weekend, and finals in between. Also the state championship football game! Somewhere in there I will retain my sanity and normal sleep pattern…who am I kidding I won’t do either.