when your chemistry teacher gives you a bad grade


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Maybe, Some Day.

I wrote the beginning of this quite a while ago, and I’ve recently come to realize that everyone experiences time moving forward. Eventually, almost everyone moves on from things that seem oh so important, but in the moment, nothing hurts more than time passing us by like bullet trains. So I, for the first time in my life, wrote a poem.

Here it goes:

It started in the cool winter night
Under the moon and stars
Surrounded by light.

Time stopped as the world spun
the center of the universe
where the two became one.

But eventually, time moved on
as they fought against the clock
two against the world
refusing to stop.

they fell head first,
and like the spring rain they fell fast.
they got lost in the moment
creating the past,

but time caught up
and the heat did too
and soon the goodbyes came,
the small gap became huge

so they wandered off
on their two different paths
and just occasionally meandered
down a road into the past

they would sit and remember
those few months long ago
and then they’d move on
and get on with the show

back to her house
her children
and life

back to his home
his pets
and his wife.

and maybe, just maybe
they’ll meet again
and sit and drink coffee
side by side like two very old friends.

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  • 6 days ago

So recently a bunch of fitblrs have followed me…

Thank you, but i think you’re mistaken…i’m not a fitblr and not even really that funny, but welcome! Im glad you’re here…maybe i’ll actually start posting stuff…

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when someone repeats a joke you just said and they get the credit for it


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that random moment when you suddenly remember someone who is no longer in your life and it feels like a knife through the chest

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Isla and the Happily Ever After

There are books that just allow you to escape into another person’s life, and that is this book. I can only hope that Stephanie Perkins’ husband is a good mix of St. Claire, Cricket, and Josh, because good lord she sure knows how to create the ideal guy. And now all i want to do is go and eat a tub of ice cream and mourn the ending of a quite phenomenal book. 

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  • #isla and the happily ever after #stephanie perkins #chicklit #book hangover #isla and josh #etienne and anna #lola and cricket #all of the feels
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Girl are you from Paris cause Notre DAYUM

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