Beach Day #beach #sand #penis #jealous?
Kangaroo farm with Kenneth #kangaroo #longtimenosee #misshim
I keep telling myself that I’ve made it through way tougher shit than a stupid breakup but this is so, so hard.
Some schools of thought state that the past and future don’t really exist so technically this could be both the hardest and easiest breakup you’ve ever had.
I find this way of thinking (past and presents existence) truly interesting and I would like to hear more on it. But as we live approximately a nanosecond in the past at all times thanks to brain processing speeds then I would argue that the past always exists and it’s the present we are never truly in.
That all being said I live my life in the belief that the past is insignificant. What’s done is done, if you will. I don’t like the present usually either. I generally go about my day projecting myself in the future. When I’m sad or times are hard I consider if I will still care in 2 weeks, 2 months, 2 years? If the answer is no to each I simply stop caring now.
Future me is a judgemental bitch and I know she will be happier if I simply look back And think life was hard, rather then life was hard and I wasted my time and youth dwelling.
In other words: my dear Jamrich if it’s the easiest or the hardest time of your life move on babe, it’s in the past. You’ll get through it, be it a cliché or not, it gets better. So don’t be glum chum. And as always, I’m here for you.
So I had a light doze a moment ago, and had a nightmare that my brother got accidentally drowned at the pool by one of his friends and was left in a coma in the hospital and they were considering removing him from life support. Naturally as he is my favorite person I woke up crying, and now I can’t stop. This is ridiculous. He is fine, sleeping down the hall, blissfully unaware and here I am bawling my god damn eyes out.
yes yes yes omg yes
LMFAO NO NO JESUS LMAO WHY
I know what I’m saying….
Hahaha I say one or two of these things all the time. I.e. the sun screen one. People don’t even realize I’m making fun of them.
It’s extremely upsetting to be told “Go back to your country” because as the daughter of immigrants, I feel as if I’m too Chinese for America, but at the same time I’m too American for China. I struggled with finding my identity for a long time, and it took me years to embrace my culture. Immigrant children and children of immigrants often feel they lack a country to call home because of this assimilation process.
I’m too African for North America.
and too North American to be in Africa.
Don’t tell me to go back to my country. I don’t have one.
And for the record if you hadn’t used and needed us, we wouldn’t be here.