I Put Vodka In My Jiuce Againa Nd Now I'm Dixxy. Tryping Is So Hard I'm Supposed To Write Some Wandering

Why I think tumblr is superior than any other media, you ask? Well a minute I'm reading about a really heart touching essay about discrimination and the next second I am reading about how mosquitoes are gay.

Things You Will Say To Yourself Pre Exam

Me: Alright, you got this. You can do this. You can learn everything that has been taught this semester.

Me: It's time. It's time to study, to cram, to learn.

Me: No. No, no. No, no, no. No, no, no, just no. You do NOT NEED TO WATCH ANOTHER EPISODE OF ______. Study. Go watch a lecture.

Me: You need to get off social media. Actually you just need to get off your phone. Put it downstairs in the living room. You do not need it.

Me: Seriously. Every semester. At least one class you've basically not attended and it has an exam. And now you're suffering for it.

Me: Ok. Lets study. Go get your book, your textbook aand your laptop. Cause let's face it, it's the first time you've learnt this shit.

Me: Get motivated. You do not have time to do this shit. You can't afford to be able to not concentrate.

Me: Ok, you can't concentrate on reading the textbook, you read that paragraph roughly six times and you have no clue what it said. Watch the lecture, yeah. The lecture will be easier to concentrate on.

Me: You are not a quitter. You're not. So lets stay up another hour or two and get one more week summarised for your exam notes.

Me: Do you really want to do this class again? Like really? Cause its not like you pay and then you can do it however many times it takes. You Pay Each Time You Take It. So Study. Learn the material. Learn the shit. Pass the exam. You are not forking out another grand on this class.

Me: Next semester will be different. You'll go to all of your classes, you'll do all your readings. And you'll do weekly summaries so you'll already have your exam notes done.

For the one millionth time I just finished Radio silence (perfect way to start off pride) and for the millionth time I am crying and for the one millionth time I so badly want the life of Frances and for the one millionth time I have goosebumps.

And every time, I have fallen in love with this story.

poems about Laika (the soviet space dog)

i’ve been hunting for one in specific, and during my quest, i have seen that very many beautiful poems about this creature have been written. I wanted to compile them.

“first dog in space” by brennig davies / “They say that, from space, the Earth looks like a small, blue ball. I’ll throw it for you, Laika, if you’ll chase it, dart through the stratosphere like a comet, undeserving of its fate.”

“laika” by claire williamson / “for three hours she was weightless, pulse racing, but ate her dinner, alive to see an orbital sunrise.”

“laika” by adnana zeljkovic / “Paddling with her soft paws in inimical vacuum, (nothing to draw you to your bosom like Mother Earth’s gravitation) herself soft snowflake,”

“laika” by paul gerard reed / “The stars that shone have all gone out as man betrayed your trust, but your spirit is still in place somewhere, out there in space.”

“laika” by dave lewis / “But when you gave me that final kiss on the nose I suppose deep down inside I knew my destiny lay among the stars. Alone, in silence, I watched the world spinning round, one thousand miles below.“

“i remember laika” by jan oskar hansen / “The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry the struggle to accept the unavoidable.”

“muttnik” by tumblr user @fateology / “I don’t mind. I just miss you. I miss you like the space that lies between two breaths. Full to burning.”

“for the first dog in space” by lavinia greenlaw / “Laika, do not let yourself be fooled by the absolute stillness that comes only with not knowing how fast you are going. As you fall in orbit around the earth, remember your language. Listen to star dust. Trust your fear.”

“laika” by sarah doyle / “Brave little cosmonaut, caught and collared, Earth no more than a distant ball with which you cannot play.”

“laika” by adrian sobol / “If there is light, it’s pressing down on you. Something stirs inside it.”

“first the dog” by zbigniew herbert / “awkwardly we bump into stars / we see nothing we hear nothing / we beat with our fists on the dark ether / on all the wavelengths is a whining”

you are welcome to add more poems to this post if you have any in mind to recommend.

the clear mental image i have of me and my friends in our catholic school rolling up our skirts and putting on mascara right under a virgin mary statue is so picturesque it’s almost cliche. but religious schools are just like that

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

I don’t have casual obsessions, I have all consuming fixations that send me into a downward spiral to hell

I got four A grades. That's the highest you can get at AS level.

I expected to be happy about it. I expected to be jumping up and down and crying from joy.

But I didn't feel any of that. It just wasn't disappointment.

Oh fuck I felt this

an erotic poem:

leg so hot

hot hot leg

leg so hot u fry an eg

trying to carry too many objects at once and dropping one and leaning down to pick it up and then dropping another thing when you do and having to leave it on the floor and come back for it is so humiliating like ohhh shit i might have overshot this one. now i have to leave a breadcrumb trail of shame in my wake as i try to reach my destination without dropping anything else. i wish i was dead.