i wish for prom you had like a package to pick from and maybe a specialized package too. and in that package it had everything you needed for prom - dress, date, makeup, hair styles, etc, all inclided. wouldn’t that be greeeeeaat.
By looking at the number of people going crazy for prom and then looking at myself who has done nothing for prom except buy the ticket…in the beginning of the year. The one dance I couldn’t wait for at one point in time, I could care less for.
Lineage of a drum kit.
So when is someone going to come and throw a biscuit at my head and tell me to go to prom with them? Hmmmmm? The thirst is really not real.
“It’s like a lover has returned”
Gesturing toward the sea of people and the thousands of fluttering black, red and white Iraqi flags, Mr. Shamki said: “You don’t know who is Sunni or Shia or Christian. They are just chanting for Iraq.” The fans also cheered for something more, at one point breaking into the chant, “Sunnis and Shiites, we are all brothers!”
In the midst of ongoing turmoil, Iraq experienced a few hours of calm this past weekend, meeting Syria in only the second match played in Baghdad since the outbreak of war in 2003. For a few hours, there were no divisions, no sides, no turmoil; Iraqis were just that, Iraqis. In this piece recently published by the New York Times, Tim Arango wrote of the emotional impact of the game on a population that has faced a constant struggle. Welcome back, Iraq. [Posted by Maxi]
I appreciate you taking the time to understand my feelings. I rarely post things involving my personal life, but in that moment I was extremely thrown off and disappointed. So far “time” has been the best consoler for me, helping me think clearly. Either way, even though at times I’ve felt extremely angry, I’ve learned to be grateful to have to opportunity to be sad about college and have that as my greatest worry rather than the struggles that many others may have. Thank you.
A diver has a very personal moment of dejection at the bottom of the pool during the 2012 CCCA Swimming and Diving State Championships at East Los Angeles College Swim Stadium on Thursday, April 26, 2012 in Monterey Park, CA. (Photo by Suzanne Tylander © 2012) This particular photo represents an emotional moment rarely caught underwater. This particular diver was expected to win the entire event. The diver knew as soon as he hit the water his form was flawed and that he might have just lost it all. I was fortunate enough to witness this moment as it was unfolding underwater. I captured the sequence of emotion just a split second after he hit the water and began to sink to the bottom with a sense of defeat written in his body language This was the image I chose from the series. I have felt this emotion and disappointment before as many athletes do. My chance to capture it underwater was rare but beautiful. It is a moment no competitive athlete wants to relive but something important that many of us can relate to. It is raw and human and real.
what hurts the most is when my dad came home and asked me if i got in with such optimism. fuck me. and fuck your “careful consideration”
I have never been this hurt ever in my life. In one day, I’ve been rejected from three schools in one day. One school, that this year I fantasized so much about. I had such great hope and desire to become a Bear. To follow in the footsteps of my sister. This is so fucking difficult. I’ve never felt worse in my life and there’s been many worse things in my life then this. This fucking sucks. I fucking hate this. all of this.