There’s just really no avoiding that thought that’s been looming in your mind for forever. That seemingly perpetual shadow that always lingers in the background, hiding behind smiles and tainting good memories. Sooner or later, it will catch up with you, and soon or later, you’ll have to deal with it.
Screw GenEds, seriously. I don’t give two shits about math or science, and will never need to know them again for the rest of my life. I will never need to know what ATP is, or what the angle of the curve is, or how to balance an equation, or how fast the ball is going. And I really have NO desire WHATSOEVER to learn about them. Those subjects were supposed to belong to those dark high school days when we had no control over the material that was shoved into our brains. So why is it that even now, in COLLEGE, I have to spend hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars learning material that is absolutely worthless to me? I know my majors, I love my majors, therefore I should take classes that are relevant to my majors. That really should be the end of the discussion.
I hate this system.
Also because it makes scheduling the biggest pain in my ass.
“Man, who the f*ck gives a flying cross-eyed unicorn about her damn divorce?! Thousands of people are getting divorced in America every day… SHE IS NOT SPECIAL.”
AMEN. Seriously, if I have to see one more tweet/Tumblr post about Kim Kardashian… smh.
Ce sont deux regards qui se croisent
Deux mains qui se cherchent
Deux bouches qui se touchent
Deux temps qui fusionnent
C’est une douce apesanteur
Une trajectoire libre, furtive.
S’élancent dans les airs, ces deux coeurs qui s’effleurent
Se touchent et qui ivres
Vacillent dans les profondeurs d’un bonheur ephemere.
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These are two looks that intersect
Two hands that seek
Two mouths that touch
Two times that merge into one
It is a soft weightlessness
A free trajectory, furtive
They soar through the air, these two hearts that graze just slightyl
They touch, drunk
And stumble into the depths of an ephemeral happiness.
“…is a dream sold to us at a young age. It will be easy, it will be beautiful. But to truly love someone is work and sacrifice. Every time I read Romeo and Juliet I can’t help but feel like I’m being lied to. These great lovers, these heroes of romance were never given a real run. They were never tried or tested. And I believe the love that they were so ready to die for, could never have lasted if they lived.”
(Source: -fallingtopieces)
