Live For The Moments You Cannot Put Into Words

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Live For The Moments You Cannot Put Into Words
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best-lovequotes:

Untitled on We Heart It.
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"I am grade 12 student who has just recently graduated. You might call me accomplished, and in a way, I am, but not in the way you’d think. 12 years of pouring over text books and being lined up to be judged in front of my peers has not made me any more intelligent. I can tell you the first 45 digits of Pi and I can explain to you the difference between an acid and a base, I can recite the Pythagorean Theorem in my sleep, I will recite lines out of a textbook like they are a religion. But I cannot tell you the value of security, or of kindness. The distinct contrast between personal health and personal gain. I can tell you in grade 10 four of my classmates attempted to take their own lives before finals. I can tell you our counsellors office is always booked. I can tell you how when I didn’t understand something in AP Chemistry my teacher asked me to leave if I could not participate in his class. I merely asked him to explain a question. Instead of doing his job and teaching, he told me to leave. Told me I was not good enough to be there. Mistakes are viewed as failure in these hallways. A wrong answer is a sin you must atone to, not a human error, but a flaw so grand it defines your entire life course. There is no “average” here. We all must exceed expectations. Do your parents know that a grade that is considered average is a “C”? When I got a C in fourth grade my parents grounded me for a month. They said I was lazy and stupid and incompetent and that I’d better smarten up and stop fooling around. I never fooled around. I am driven by a deep need to impress others. I never fool around. I worked and worked and worked, with a deep hollow of anxiety in my chest. I have never been good at History, but I worked and worked and I attained at best a low B. It was not good enough. It is not said but we are expected to put our education before our personal health. It is not asked of us, but it is what we must do to achieve what we are asked to achieve. Our teachers will tell you, “Oh, I only give them one hour of homework each night.” Which is essentially true, each of my five teachers only gives me one to two hours of homework each night. Hmm, that adds up to 5-10 hours of homework, and overdue classwork, and projects. Say goodbye to sleep, say goodbye to feeling calm. I’ve developed a deep rooted anxiety disorder due to school and perfectionistic tendencies. Even when you get 100 percent on an assignment they still criticise you, it is never good enough. One slip, and you are in deep deep trouble. I can tell you that 90 percent of us try our hardest, and our teachers and parents stand in the sidelines, screaming, “You can do better than that!”"
(Why I say our education system is flawed.)
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kushandwizdom:

I can relate to this
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dulldrops:

july-17th:

changlinqs:

redwoodnymph:

shaitea:

rechained:

awkwarddly:

aqcuired:

wow..

oh wow

oh my god

Fuck

Oh

this is beautiful.

highest of all compliments omg

I want to be this girl
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"When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next."
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon  (via 1811181)
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ihaveabadcaseofthefandoms:

lizthefangirl:

xibalbadance:

Mother fuckin’ Jim Carrey

i have searched
for this gifset
for all eternity

this is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen
ihaveabadcaseofthefandoms:

lizthefangirl:

xibalbadance:

Mother fuckin’ Jim Carrey

i have searched
for this gifset
for all eternity

this is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen
ihaveabadcaseofthefandoms:

lizthefangirl:

xibalbadance:

Mother fuckin’ Jim Carrey

i have searched
for this gifset
for all eternity

this is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen
ihaveabadcaseofthefandoms:

lizthefangirl:

xibalbadance:

Mother fuckin’ Jim Carrey

i have searched
for this gifset
for all eternity

this is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen
ihaveabadcaseofthefandoms:

lizthefangirl:

xibalbadance:

Mother fuckin’ Jim Carrey

i have searched
for this gifset
for all eternity

this is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen
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"Marriage can wait, education cannot."
Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns (via beardgame)
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blackcubs:

vehxt:

“I also thank Angelina for dressing in hijab while she visited not just Iraqi refugees but refugees in Afghanistan and Pakistan. Not only did she look good in it, she showed respect and appreciation for their culture and religion and made sure that the focus was not on her looks but rather her mission.”

This photo carries so much emotion