thegingerbatch:

recoveringgayfish:

ok guys so i just had a breakthrough 
so in the beginning of the song pompeii by bastille it sounds like theyre saying eheu a bunch of times well eheu is latin for ‘alas’ or ‘oh no’
and iM STILL LAUGHING SO HARD BECAUSE ITS CALLED POMPEII AND MOUNT VESUVIUS DESTROYED THE FUCKIN CITY OF COURSE THEY WOULD BE SAYING OH NO 

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(via shaunsofthedead)

Another problem in school was the inability to concentrate. Quite often your thoughts were directed to the fantasies you constructed to make life okay, or to worrying. What’s going to happen to me? Will everything be all right? What will happen when I get home? You might have gotten into trouble for staring out the window. The teacher said, “Suzy daydreams all the time. I wish she’d pay better attention.”
How were you going to concentrate in school if you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep? And what difference did it make anyway? Things were so bad. Who really cared? Who really gave a damn if you did well or poorly? If you did well, it wasn’t good enough. If you did poorly, you got yelled at. But it passed - nobody really noticed. If you needed help, you knew better than to ask for it. You might get a promise, but nobody had time to help you. So you felt sorry for yourself.
And if by chance there was someone sympathetic to you, a teacher who said, “Is something wrong, Johnny? You look like there is something bothering you,” you automatically said, “No, everything is fine,” and walked away, wanting desperately to say, “Oh my God, it’s so terrible at home… I’m not really sure what is wrong, but I know something is wrong. Please, please help me.” But you knew that you didn’t talk outside the home about what was going on in the home. At the same time, you wished the teacher hadn’t let you walk away. You wanted someone to understand without your having to tell them, but you didn’t really believe anyone could.
You had learned to keep your feelings to yourself, perhaps not even acknowledging them to yourself. So school which could have been a haven, became kind of hell. After a while, you may have misbehaved or stopped going. Maybe, maybe someone would pay attention. If you got into trouble, you might be pressured into telling the truth.
If you withdrew, you knew you’d be left alone, because you were quiet and didn’t cause anyone any trouble. And then the more you did this, the more alone you would feel and the harder it would be to do anything else. Becoming the class clown, a welcome diversion to the students, if not the teacher, worked for a while. You got some attention that way - not the kind you wanted, but at least you weren’t ignored.
But if you stopped going to school, if you got into big enough trouble, somebody would surely pay attention. You cried for help in the only way you knew how. And then you would be punished, but at least they would have noticed. So that was what school was like. It was an additional punishment, simply a place you had to be. If you were lucky, it offered you a little relife. But mostly it was something that you had to go through.

" Adult Children of AlcoholicsJanet Geringer Woititz (via regardingbooks)

fruitcrocs:

fruitcrocs:

i love it when i cook stuff for myself bc like i’ve just cooked pasta and yee bitch look at me providing for myself i could totally make it in this world it’s almost as if i have my life together

i take this back the pasta was shit i’m falling apart

(via starkid-nerdfighter)

Mametownresident - #HeyUSA: Lobster Roll

mamrie:

gracehelbig:

mametownresident:

#HeyUSA: Lobster Roll

featuring #HeyUSA’s Kathy (?) and 69 Boyz

Very excellent

This DESTROYED ME.

mckinnna:

justtrinitythings:

I’m trying to make a post, but do you remember how we did that prank on grace for April fools, but it turned out the people who came up with the idea were actually pranking us? Does anyone remember who that was? I think there were 2 people but I may be wrong

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The icon change was me, SUCKERS