isn’t it weird to think that if you were raised differently, if you lived somewhere else, if you said yes to that boy who asked you out in eighth grade, or if you played a different sport your life would be completely different? One little thing, one little choice can change your entire life.
Since it is now December 1, all seniors who applied to college now get to play the long awaited waiting game. To think about how our lives for the next four years is in the hands of that application that you turned in is probably the scariest thing to think about. All you do is wonder if you had put in enough information to persuade colleges to admit you into their college and all you can do is just hope that that application will woo the colleges enough to make them choose you. So for the next couple months, just eat your little heart out until acceptance/denial letters come into the mail. Throughout my high school career I’ve learned that eating is a very good coping mechanism for stress. In other words, may the odds be ever in your favor.
When I finish my college application, I can’t wait to finally be stress free for a day. I mean the sigh of relief that you get when you are actually able to relax for a minute and just absorb the environment around is quite soothing.
it doesn’t have to be elaborate i don’t care for fancy dates but if he says, "hey let’s grab some coffee, my treat." "i need to buy a sweater, help me choose?" "i haven’t seen you in awhile, let’s go watch a movie."
it sounds totes better than "idk what do you want to do choose"
“People change us. It is a rare, if not an impossible occurrence, that we come out of relationships unscathed. In our dealings with people we take something with us and we leave something behind. Some people are haunted more than others, either by the sweet perfume of another or the stink of regret.”—Donna Lynn Hope (via anaffinityfor)
“You cross my mind. A lot. More times than I care to admit; you seem to have taken up permanent residence, making your home in the deepest corners of my mind. And sometimes I get caught up in my head, I’ll lose myself in the colour of your eyes — even in my head I’m helpless — and I have to remind myself to breathe.”—Julia Pollacco, ‘Inhale, Exhale’ (via thewastedgeneration)
“You miss her? Then book a ticket on the next flight get on a fucking plane and fly to her. Jump on a bus and ride five, six, eleven hours to see her beautiful face. Hitch hike from the other side of the country, in the rain, sunshine and the hail. Take your Mom’s car and drive for three hours and bang on her door, until she wakes up shitty but happy to see you. Sneak onto a train and journey for two hours. If you miss her as much as you say, then you will find a way to get to her. Even if that means you’re broke for two months, or tired for a week. If she matters as much as you say, you’ll find a way.”—Unknown (via perfect)