HEARD THAT.

yes.

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it’s funny how I have my ups and downs with tumblr, but I always eventually come crawling back when i feel the need to write something of substance.

something that needs to be described in more than 160 characters, but that doesn’t necessarily need to be broadcast to every person who has ever known me in my life and linked their profile to mine.

tumblr, you are a godsend.

Interim is coming to an end, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. At first, I was excited. I felt like this month had done it’s job and I was really honestly ready to go back to school.

Then the pictures were posted.

There is a travel experience offered at my college that it unlike any other.  Two and a half weeks to be spent on the open sea, sailing the Caribbean as the crew of a Schooner sailboat. It is the absolute worst and absolute best experience of your entire life.

…or so I hear.

see, this “trip” cost a whopping $4700/person, and considering I barely have two nickels to rub together, there was no possible way in hell that I was going to be able to go. and I wanted to. SO BADLY. but when it came down to it, everybody whose parents could simply sign a check and wave them goodbye sailed off into the sunset without me.

Now, I don’t mean to make this an invitation to my pity party. Actually, when all was said and done, I actually felt a sense of relief that I wasn’t going. Maybe it was because I didn’t really want to go in the first place, maybe I was just glad to be free of the financial stress. I guess I’ll never really know.

what I DO know, is that as I’m looking at all of the pictures being posted on Facebook, and thinking about all of the incredible memories that are shared by all who were there, I’m angry. Not because I didn’t go, or because my parents didn’t have the ability to sign a fat check, but because I didn’t fight. I barely even tried to find another way to pay. Maybe it was all part of “the plan”, but I’ve definitely learned something from this.

At some point in my life, I will sail on a boat. At some point in my life, I will have more fucking money than I will know what to do with. And even further, I will NEVER EVER allow myself to miss out on a life changing experience just because it doesn’t come as easy for me as it does for someone else. 

I’m too special to not live an outstanding life, and someday my dreams, my life and myself will be extraordinary.

trillziall:

louehs:

did the mayans consider time zones how is this going to work

 #new zealand please tag your apocalypse spoilers

god that hashtag though. so good.

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here we go.

intoxifaded:

life

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wait wait wait wait wait. I still have a tumblr?

i have to stop playing this game. the hot and cold treatment I inadvertently give is surely becoming too much for my tumblr’s fragile emotional state. But sometimes life gets in the way, you know? And suddenly you don’t have time to just sit, on a Friday afternoon, on your window seat, pondering life and the universe and all of its questions. But today I do. And tumblr, I have missed you. I can’t guarantee I’ll stick around forever, but at the moment I’m willing promise you right now. this moment. together. 

…why is it that my most romantic relationship is with my tumblr that I clearly neglect? 

exaust:

me

oh god. i cant even.

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and quite too long for twitter.

I was pondering this, and feeling helpless in regard to my social networking outlets for expression, when I suddenly remembered my tumblr.

I am absolutely fascinated by the full moon tonight. I mean, first of all, all that crap about the “super moon”  a couple of weeks ago was complete bullshit. I mean, there was really nothing special about it. 

But tonight, it is so bright it is literally lighting up my entire street. It took everything I had not to climb on top of my roof at 1:46 am to just sit and stare.

But mainly what I am so fascinated by is the fact that this very same moon, the one lighting up my street and my backyard is doing the exact same thing for someone else who is thousands of miles away. 

I am looking at the exact same full moon as someone in new york. or texas. or even wyoming. Nobody gives a fuck about wyoming and yet I’m sharing my moon with them.

This is a weird as shit post, I am well aware. but I don’t even care. I think it is so fucking cool. 

that is all.