So they raise the prices of physical textbooks so we have less incentive to buy them and in the meantime we have spend hours reading from our laptops, squinting until our eyes hurt like hell..whos to blame when we can’t even see the board anymore???

Every thing makes sense now.

"I only want to write. And there’s no college for that except life."
repulsion66:

Dimitris Anastasiou - The Surgery
pencil on paper

repulsion66:

Dimitris Anastasiou - The Surgery

pencil on paper

"I sat in front of a mirror and admired how my hair managed to air dry perfectly and I wondered if my daughter’s hair would be the same color as mine. I stared into my own eyes until I stopped seeing myself, but just a person needing an answer—staring at me as if they had just asked a question I must have not heard. I thought about beauty and realized how terrified I am of losing what I have of it—the relative, ever-changing definition of it, and then I was disgusted with myself as I realized how much I actually dread the day when men stop taking a second glance at me. My insecurities dread the day that my heart has to work over-time for anyone to call me beautiful—when I don’t have my youth holding the weight my soul should have always carried. I sat in front of that mirror and wondered how people actually see me. What do they notice? I sat in front of the mirror and wanted to confess the memories that plague me. I wanted to explain the ideas that are blooming in my mind. I wanted to share the insecurities that led me to the mirror in the first place. I felt trapped behind my appearance. I wanted to know if it was possible to forget whether or not prettiness is a factor to see beyond the barrier. And then I realized that adoring your reflection is not the only form of vanity. Resenting your reflection is just as vain. And in a moment of clarity, I felt a calm come over me as I looked at myself once more and saw my grandfather’s cheekbones, my mother’s eyes, my father’s skin tone, and my grandmother’s mouth. I took a deep breath of acceptance and felt a collage of lives I haven’t lived. I blinked a few times, got up from my seat, walked away from the mirror, and wondered how I’ll ever come to terms with who I am and who I want to be."
LB | From Her, To Her  (via yesdarlingido)

primacdonaldsgirl:

pretending to study in front of ur parents like 

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fierceawakening:

poeticrican:

grrrls-fighting-back:

"My name is Michael Hunter. I was diagnosed with leukemia in June 2013 & was told on June 11, 2014 that I only have a few months left to live if I can’t find a donor. Please help me with my biological family or a donor match! I was born in Columbus, OH 3/1/1985 at Doctor’s North Hospital and given the name Christopher Brown. Please share"
Michael is a friend, I’m asking that you all take the time to share this. He desperately needs a bone marrow donor and there is very limited number of African American donors. Without a donor Michael is going to die.
Michael was adopted and does not know his birth family. We know he has a half brother but have no information about him.
He does not specifically need an African American Donor but because of all of the things that factor into finding a match (blood type, dna tissue etc.) , someone of similar descent is more likely to be a closer match.
If anyone knows anything about Michael’s birth family or if you would like to see if you are a match, please privately message me. I can put you in touch with him and his caregivers directly!
We hope through spreading awareness we can either find his birth family whom he does not know or find a donor match. Michael lives in the Cincinnati, OH area. Please dont just like this or scroll past. Please share this! You could save his life!

BOOST. Its so hard for Black people to find donors.

Signal boost

fierceawakening:

poeticrican:

grrrls-fighting-back:

"My name is Michael Hunter. I was diagnosed with leukemia in June 2013 & was told on June 11, 2014 that I only have a few months left to live if I can’t find a donor. Please help me with my biological family or a donor match! I was born in Columbus, OH 3/1/1985 at Doctor’s North Hospital and given the name Christopher Brown. Please share"

Michael is a friend, I’m asking that you all take the time to share this. He desperately needs a bone marrow donor and there is very limited number of African American donors. Without a donor Michael is going to die.

Michael was adopted and does not know his birth family. We know he has a half brother but have no information about him.

He does not specifically need an African American Donor but because of all of the things that factor into finding a match (blood type, dna tissue etc.) , someone of similar descent is more likely to be a closer match.

If anyone knows anything about Michael’s birth family or if you would like to see if you are a match, please privately message me. I can put you in touch with him and his caregivers directly!

We hope through spreading awareness we can either find his birth family whom he does not know or find a donor match. Michael lives in the Cincinnati, OH area. Please dont just like this or scroll past. Please share this! You could save his life!

BOOST. Its so hard for Black people to find donors.

Signal boost

"That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less."
Arundhati Roy (via exoticwild)
"I’m a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books."
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via wordsnquotes)
"And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."
Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)

bewbin:

bewbin:

Now that I’m an adult I have to make more serious posts

Briefcase