I loved you once with a thirsty flame.
I still love you now, but only with a sleeping candle.
I must save the fuel dear, I must ration.
And so I wait for the day you rekindle the fire
with a love strong enough to devour the remaining darkness.
I loved you once with a thirsty flame.
I still love you now, but only with a sleeping candle.
I must save the fuel dear, I must ration.
And so I wait for the day you rekindle the fire
with a love strong enough to devour the remaining darkness.
MULAN’S I’LL MAKE A MAN OUT OF YOU

Can we just skip to Graduation though? I need it to pass by faster, faster, faster.
make both. muffins for breakfast and cupcakes for dessert!
What’s STL? And yeah I’m a senior. UCSD TRITONSSSS
You make her pick you. Do what you have to do, make her feel like you’re the guy she needs.
So what if I like to brush and brush and brush and brush my hair?
As my senior year comes to an end, I’d like to do some reflecting.
Basically, my senior year was crap. But the last four years? Crappity crap crap. High school to some might be amazing and the best four years of maybe their entire lives, and I respect that. That’s really great. But I’ve just been anticipating leaving these people behind, this city behind. Not because these people are bad people, I just want a new beginning.
I’ve been bullied by close-minded people. Judged by people who can’t even spell my last name right. And most of my endeavors have fallen short of success. I’ve had people turn their backs on me when I needed them the most, and I’ve disappointed myself dozens of times.
Now maybe I’ve deserved it all. Maybe I am the arrogant showoff wannabe attention whore I’ve been branded. I admit I’ve had plenty of faulty moments. I’m blunt and I think out loud, and maybe that’s given everybody a chance to judge me. But I’ve been growing, maturing, seeing the truth in everything and everybody. I know myself a little bit more now, I mean compared to when I started high school. I’m comfortable with myself now, and I really don’t care what people think anymore.
Someone once told me that if I hated high school, I’d love college. I really hope they’re right.
Maybe college will be the place I find lifelong friends; the place I find people mature and open-minded. Damn, that’s what I want the most. Dependability in the people I associate myself with. Hopefully I’ll be the guy I want to be in college.
Moving on has its perks. A clean slate. No one will know what I did in the third grade or who I was madly infatuated with in the seventh grade. No one will know about the past I’m not so proud of. I’m not the nerd with the rolling backpack anymore. That’s not me.
And it’s funny, because through observing the seniors around me in our last month of school, everyone is trying to make up for their wrongs. The bitches are suddenly nice and friendly. Even the nerds are getting Saturday school. It’s real fun to see who people really are when the end is near.
Senior year wasn’t all bad. I met Arimi. Perhaps that has been the highlight of my year.
All in all, it’s been a rollercoaster of a ride. But I’ve had motion sickness for a while. I’m glad it’s over.
And for anyone who’s about to enter Senior Year, you might have a different experience. This is just my take on high school. Peace.
No of course not what’re you thinking u stupidface jk
Well I guess some guys are attracted to different things. They’re not important really, just be a good person. If you’re easy to talk to and stuff that shouldn’t be a problem.
wut
You learn something new everyday.
#YOLO
Someone hella cute starts following you on tumblr:
Then you read their description and they’re the same age:
Then you read that they live in fucking Narnia:

Anyone gonna be at UCSD?
Because you like the chase. You live for the excitement and the uncertainty. But once you have them, it’s no longer fun to you.
That’s only because you don’t love yourself. Love yourself, and people will follow.
I HATE ARIMI
I HATE HER SO MUCH
SHE IS THE WORST
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She’s replacing me with a dog ):
I want a dog.
ok but you asked 4 it
