“You don’t get it at all… If we didn’t meet Usagi… We ALL would have been alone.”
I sit. I wonder. I remember.
Every single time, the end feels like a dream. I sit here and I wonder, “did that really happen? Was I really that happy?” Reality begins to set in and the routine starts all over again. School, work, school, work. Tell me, did I really feel that alive not that long ago? Was I not alone this entire time? And we’re back to waiting and counting the days until we can meet again. But the ocean, the ocean greets me on my cheeks rather than with the sand between my toes.
I wonder. What would it be like if it wasn’t like this? If the elements didn’t separate us with thousand of miles. How would it be… I wonder and my wandering thoughts make me worry. Will I be able to grasp onto your hand? Will I hold your attention? I wonder of the future, I wonder which path it is that I should take. So many, leading so far from you. But there’s a few that result in a one way flight right back to you. I wonder, how did it become so real so fast?
I remember. The moments we shared, the laughs, the hugs, the tears. I remember how you made me feel when I would rise with the sun and there would be my security and comfort wrapped around me. I remember when I had just began to get used to being away and now we’re back to square one. I remember missing you and wanting to see you and all at once, I did. You appeared. But now, you’re gone again.
My emotions. My heart. My tears.
Rediscovering my motivation to continue on and succeed once again. Everything becomes so hard when you’re not around. Life seems so much more challenging when you’re not next to me cheering me on. But this distance, I will overcome again. After I type this post, I will not cry anymore. Nor will I feel bad for myself. I have been blessed with someone that supports me and is willing to care for me from a distance and patiently waits. I must remain strong. His efforts will not be in vain.
I have this obsession with beautiful eyes and these stunning Pakistani Muslim woman capture it so wonderfully.
The Cast of Les Misérables performing “One Day More” live on the Oscars
This raccoon never left the side of a cat who was dying of a tumor. The cat was comforted for the final hours of her life by her long time friend.
the last gif tho, he pats the cat, omg
THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN :’(
Jardin Fleuris by Alexandra Sophie
Jardin fleuris is a series of photographs representing the different ages of a woman. The first picture ‘Virgin Soil’ represents virginity, the second ‘Mûres’ which means both “blackberries” and “mature” represents puberty and first periods and the third picture ‘Broken Eggs’ represents the loss of virginity.
I am a Junior. Next semester, I’m going to be a senior. Obviously, plans of the future, what’s gonna happen after undergraduate, have been on my mind for years. I had researched programs and etc. But it wasn’t until today, that I realized how far behind I am. Sure, I have the credits and the grades….
But I have zero experience. Most programs require a research experience. I have none. And as I sit here, I am searching for a potential one. Currently, I am planning to apply for a research center assistant job. Hopefully, I get it.
The saddest and most nerve wrecking part is reading that only 5-10% of applicants to PhD psychology programs are accepted… PsyD programs are more limited and harder to come across…
Wtf have I been doing these past three years?!
Even UH’s program is buttfuck hard to get into. Lol begin of no life. I should’ve done more with the free time I had. Now it’s all catching up to me.
“Love the fetus, hate the child.”
America makes it near impossible for a woman to stay autonomous—hard to get family planning resources/make the choice of getting an abortion, and harder to get child care support after the baby is born. Leaving women destitute and dependants everywhere.
Look at Canada! Not only do we give almost a full year off, it can be either maternity or paternity. That’s right, daddy can stay home with the baby while the mother goes back to work. And the leave can be also be split between them. For example, the mother could take six months, and then the father could take the other six. Did I also mention that the parent on leave continues to receive pay and is guaranteed their job back?