Ignoring your passion is slow suicide. Never ignore what your heart pumps for. Mold your career around your lifestyle not your lifestyle around your career.
Do you ever memorize a person’s voice? Like you can construct a sentence in your mind that that person’s never said, and yet you hear them say it.
Is that a thing people can do?????????
I always do this during tests and im like ” ya i think my teacher said this” when they really didnt. it fucks me up.
- WiFi: connected
- Me: then fucking act like it
- 24:Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
"When I was laughing -. I was thinking of you. That was when I was thinking about you".
"I will remember you as the girl who prays before her exams. That was beautiful".
- 26:Talk about things you do when you’re sick.
When I’m fever sick, I’d just lay in bed and talk to certain people and not do anything else for the rest of the day.
- 31:Talk about what you think death is like.
I think Death is like waking up from a dream or I think Death is like being born in a different place. From what I’ve learned, we’ll be asked questions in the afterlife and we’ll not be able to answer anything because we won’t remember anything. That’s like waking up from a dream. You remember the dream while it lasts, but as soon as you wake up - poof. Nothing. Being a newly born baby - you don’t have any sort of memory or whatsoever. The next thing you know is you’re 6, cycling through a neighbourhood.
- 32:Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
A single-storey bungalow with a huge land around the house. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, dining space, short hallway and a living room. A bent jackfruit tree, two banana trees beside the jackfruit tree (in the back left corner of the land), another fruit tree on the back right and a papaya tree in the front right yard. A porch made of a zinc roof and four metal pillars and another porch made of brick pillars and the house’s roof. An unused set of black rusty gates and a rusty gate on another end on the other end of the front of the house. A huge bird cage of gates made by my dad on the left of the house with a star-fruit tree beside it that was always covered in red ants and another fruit tree beside that tree, closer to the front of the house. A green Volvo filled with papers and golf sets and a golf ball inside its exhaust at the front of the house. It was there for years and years, unmoved and untouched. What you see was my house from when I was a baby until I was 7 years old. The first half of my childhood. The good half of my childhood.
- 33:Talk about what you do when you are sad.
I stay in bed, blast music in my ears or just watch things. A/C on - So, I must have my blanket covering me. Lights off. I’ll sleep with my lights off.
- 40:Talk about the end of something in your life.
filling a bathtub with the substance, throwing the person you hate the most in the tub and throwing the ice cube in the tub right after …. it would be over
such evil minds in this place
i love this evilness
Nah, don’t just throw it in you gotta flick it dramatically over your shoulder without looking as you walk away, preferably with a darkly humorous one-liner.
"The cold never bothered me anyway"
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved.
this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too (via suspend)