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I was playing adorable home and my character was doing the exact same thing as me :)

I need all the luck I can get for my exams this week 💚

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

KNot

Everybody thinks he's so tall,

But in his mind he's so small

And with every grain that will crawl for each incoming call...

he too does fall.

It's ironic not iconic

To tie glass models to yourself.

It's ironic

To only see your imperfections on that shelf.

It's not iconic

To simultaneously care too little and care too much.

Tall or small, he's stuck in a knot.

Ironic or iconic, he's left there to rot.

He's dug himself a hole, coffin lid tied taught;

And down he goes, ready or not.

reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

This movie is amazing. It's so expressive; each character is dynamic and has a sense of realness to them. The way that fragility and one's flaws are conveyed has brought me to tears each time I've watched--You can find it on Netflix--(Reblog and tag a movie that makes you cry as well).

     If I die tomorrow...

Don't tell my friends.

     Tell them I traveled to a far away place, they'll never see.

     Tell them of how famous I am for my talents, but they'll never see me on the news.

     Tell them of how lucky I am, but they'll never see me in the lottery drawings.

     If I die by my own hands,

Don't tell my friends.

     Tell them how old and wrinkled my hands grew, instead.

          Tell them of my joyous, happy life.

     Don't tell them of my sorrows and greif, those are only for me to carry.

     Don't tell them how heavy everything was, how my thoughts were hurtful.

     Dont tell my friends how responsibilities pulsed in my skull, constantly, and how I always ignored them.

     If I die.

          Lie to my friends.

     I don't want them to know, who I am underneath the shattered visage they seek.

I just became a fucking riddler. When I got home after a long day, someone called for me, and I, the greatest critical thinker, announced very loudly:

"A word of warning; a word from the wise.

I tell you in advance, I'm not wearing pants."

I feel amazing.

Usually, when I wake up, for the first few seconds, there's foggy mental confusion, no internal monologe, just vibes. I sorta just realized that my first internal thought were... not typical. So, now I'm keeping a collection.

I can't believe this, guys. 😭