i’m not deleting because i can’t get stupid tumblr backup to work on my computer but you can consider this blog inactive.

i can’t name one sole event behind this reasoning but i can say that being a part of tumblr has made me seriously question people i knew (or thought i knew) and by our need to “stray away from the popular idea” we created an equally hazardous popular idea all of our own. i don’t like the condescending attitudes, i don’t like the personal attacks, i don’t like the mania. i don’t like that even after i changed my url people from my city were still trying to find me and that was something  that blew so out of proportion that i still have to deal with it. i’m not saying that it’s all bad. i’ve met some nice people, i’ve bonded with people i knew in real life over things on tumblr, and really learned a lot about myself on here. if i could do it all over again, i’d do everything the same.

i might remake one day, but for now this is the best solution i have between dealing with school, my mental health and family issues

i figure that no one really cares if i leave but this is just a validation for myself

this is my twitter

feel free to leave me an ask if you would like my facebook or e-mail

bye for now

>>

i’m considering deleting so get all the embarrassing photos you want to blackmail me with now! :)

>>
>>

i’m getting pretty sick of people blowing me off for no reason i literally feel aches and pains rescheduling something let alone not going altogether. and i am really sick of having a runny nose. and i really want to go home.

we finally finished our chariot for my fye, this is what it looks like. it was a fun project but the lab was from 7 - 10 on a monday night and i was not having it. i’ve honestly been sleeping 10-12 hours per night and that is not like me at all i don’t know what’s wrong

image

>>
>>

if y’all ever need movie suggestions you just hit me up because all i ever do is watch movies day after day

>>

i can’t wait until the election is over and i can have my two barn friends back because they have been fighting about the election since march and we haven’t been able to peacefully be in a room together since then (◡‿◡✿)

>>

i’m voting regina george for president, because she got hit by that bus.

>>

i’m at the end of the hall and feel like very rarely people pass by and stop into our room. if someone’s in my room, they ask for my roommate. i feel like i go into certain people’s rooms once a day if not several times a day but recently i’ve just been sitting in here not talking to anyone and not bothering anyone. i’ve gone into the girl’s next to mine’s room like six or so times but every day when she comes back from soccer practice she doesn’t even look at me WELL FINE

>>

things that determine your sexuality other than your sexuality: nothing. not the way you dress, not the way you talk, not where you come from. NOTHING.

>>
scored a coraline seeing stone! it’s a little bigger than i pictured hers would be in the book but i love it aghhkjksj

scored a coraline seeing stone! it’s a little bigger than i pictured hers would be in the book but i love it aghhkjksj

guy behind me didn’t have a camera bag ah puhhleaseeeee

guy behind me didn’t have a camera bag ah puhhleaseeeee

my roommate called her parents to tell them she got the highest grade in her class on her bio test oh whopee

you’ve been getting good grades all your damn life do they honestly need to know this one too. even if i got a good grade on something, i wouldn’t call my parents they don’t care we are ADULTS now

i probably sound really mean but i really don’t care

there’s obviously nothing bad about my roommate i just get mad b/c she’s always talking to her grandma when mine is gone and gets good grades and i can’t no matter what she’s a nice girl i just wish i had roomed with someone just as dumb as me ha

>>
we got first place in the second day of the double header! but i don’t want to talk about the first day…

we got first place in the second day of the double header! but i don’t want to talk about the first day…