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The “Pal” in paltes8

It’s been a week, only a week but my life feels so different. I guess this time around I wasnt sure what to expect when coming back. I thought everything would be like how it always is- relaxed, perhaps too laxed, chill and a little bit boring.

But it’s far from that.i guess it just feels different because for most of the year i can submerge myself in school and with the people and the politics..and even though i think about them constantly, ive forgotten what its like to be completely surrounded by my family. I feel like my entire life ive been brought up to take so much pride and have so much love for my family. But growing up, im also learning about the secrets, the resentments and the hurt. It really is a curious matter to see all the adults that were once literal giants to me are actually just human beings…who were also young once, who were daring and weren’t afraid to make mistakes. I guess this is the part where my growing up happens- i dont necessarily agree with the beliefs and ways of my family members, but i am beginning to understand where theyre coming from and the significance of generation gaps in shaping attitudes.

And now im trying to figure out how theyve shaped me. And who i would become when they’re no longer around.

Oh, screw beautiful. I’m brilliant. If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.

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Cristina Yang, Grey’s Anatomy (via eletheowl)

Maybe, just maybe, some men will realize why it is so not okay to catcall, in any form. It’s degrading, it’s uncomfortable, and a woman’s real beauty is deeper than what’s outside.

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Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!! (Airplay)
Vengaboys

See, the 90s were great.

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paosolski:

Congrats to my Ate @charchardvl (and Jizz too)! Going to miss you next year. (Taken with instagram)

paosolski:

Congrats to my Ate @charchardvl (and Jizz too)! Going to miss you next year. (Taken with instagram)

And face.

And face.

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May you do the things you want to and always remember what it felt like when you were doing them.

- I Wrote This For You: The House We Keep Moments In (via kari-shma)

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Thunder (Radio Mix)
Boys Like Girls

“Thunder,” Boys Like Girls

Three summers ago, this was our song. Right Chris? I think it’s three. hahaha

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No matter what Mosqueda, I’m so proud of you. You made it, not just through finals, but through this year.
You are extraordinary and you should know that.

No matter what Mosqueda, I’m so proud of you. You made it, not just through finals, but through this year.

You are extraordinary and you should know that.

We are the people of the book. We love our books. We fill our houses with books. We treasure books we inherit from our parents, and we cherish the idea of passing those books on to our children. Indeed, how many of us started reading with a beloved book that belonged to one of our parents? We force worthy books on our friends, and we insist that they read them. We even feel a weird kinship for the people we see on buses or airplanes reading our books, the books that we claim. If anyone tries to take away our books—some oppressive government, some censor gone off the rails—we would defend them with everything that we have. We know our tribespeople when we visit their homes because every wall is lined with books. There are teetering piles of books beside the bed and on the floor; there are masses of swollen paperbacks in the bathroom. Our books are us. They are our outboard memory banks and they contain the moral, intellectual, and imaginative influences that make us the people we are today.

- Cory Doctorow (via slekes)