The English language needs gender-neutral pronouns. Saying “he or she” is ridicules, and “they” is plural, even though it is often used in place of “he or she.”
I am done feeling sorry for myself. Every day I go out of my way to make myself feel like crap. I distract myself, I start doing things I don’t want to, like research for a personal project, when I could be doing the things I want to do, like doing my homework. Then I go to bed late, and live on 5 hours of sleep. I spend all day at school reprimanding myself for wasting time and not completing my work. I revel in that feeling. It’s a self pity/depression that is so comfortable; it feels like I’m wrapped up in thick sheets and I can’t think critically or open my eyes all the way and rub the sand out of them. It’s what I let society tell me: the protagonist with the dark cloud hanging over them, keeping them from being happy, is the strong one. But that’s wrong. I don’t need to create my own dark cloud to be the best I can be. I don’t need some stereotypical “trial” that “haunts me forever.” In fact, making up one keeps me from doing what I want, which is the only way I could ever be happy. So I’m dropping what I don’t want, and doing what I want. I want to get my work done and get to bed, so I can get the grades to get into Georgia Tech on a scholarship, and so I can work on my projects instead of just doing research and not feel bad while doing it because I know I still have a lot of homework. This is what I want. And that’s all that matters.
As such, I’ll be spending less time on Tumblr. This is not a goodbye to Tumblr, this is I need a better relationship with Tumblr.
This is going to be good.
on a scale of one to invade russia in the winter
how bad is your idea
invading finland in winter
the Finns used SKIS. just imagine being a Russian coming to battle and all of a sudden the Finns come out on nowhere ON SKIS
You could say the Russians were…
Why is it so important—what others have done? Why does it become sacred by the mere fact of not being your own? Why is anyone and everyone right—so long as it’s not yourself? … There must be some reason. I don’t know. I’ve never known it. I’d like to understand.