RUNaked.

sexbomb

I Dislike

weak female characters in videogames, books, and shows who never do anything important and gets into trouble; always needing to be saved.

Oh wait, fuck.

Oh Sara. These times.

&& Lionel’s shirt.

Finals.

They’re crazy. I’m a bad student. Inconsistent. I lack motivation. My imagination clouds my clear point of view. I hate making decision, but at least I will arrive at an answer; even if it is wrong.

I would cry, but I don’t know what to cry for. This dependent body of mine attaches to the nearest things.

I want to jump into a body of water and swim with the whales. If I died there, maybe I could reach the depths of hell. If darkness engulfed my body, my sins would not be seen. If I cried, it would appear to be salt water.

We are just made of star matter: why are we such a lonely planet?

I Know It's Crazy,

but give me a chance,

take my side.

$“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of conﬁdent religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam. The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity — in all this vastness — there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.” -Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994$

“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it,

everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived

out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands

of conﬁdent religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter

and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of

civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love,

every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and

explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every

superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of

our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the

rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in

glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a

fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the

inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable

inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their

misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how

fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,

the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,

are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our

obscurity — in all this vastness — there is no hint that help will come

from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said

that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building

experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of

the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.

To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and

compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale

blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

-Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

I'm Sorry That I am Scared.

but I am trying.

Hachi

louvier:
DUDE i watched THE worst japanese movie ever and there was a little girl that reminded me of your sister
Emily: omg erin is so annoying
Louvier: LOL
Emily: i think she's cute when she cries

allisten:

i miss the sun and seeing green everywhere.

Me too, Allison, meeee toooo.

I've decided not to study abroad.

I wouldn’t get enough transfer credits to go to a UC in my junior year if I did.

Instead I’m dropping out of state to go to a community college.

I hope everything goes well :\

Andy said the first girl looked like me. Why do all Asians look the same ):

LOLOLOL. I laughed pretty hard.