Bandicute

Fled my own country to study photojournalism in Wales. Worth it.

Stine vs Blog Assignment - 1 - 0

So, the original deadline of out blogassignment was Monday. We were supposed to keep a blog over the year about out theory module and by monday night, I still only had two blogposts, written in January. Thanks to the Gods, the assignment was postponed to Tuesday night. Still only two blogposts and I went to Greenys to play Settlers of Catan instead of doing work. Read an email on my way home last night that the deadline was again postponed to midday today. (I considered becoming religious) Woke up at like, 5 this morning and felt bad for not doing my assignment. Fell asleep again. Woke up at seven, thought about the assignment for a while. Started writing at 8. By 11 I had finished six blogposts and written a total of 2295 words.
I think we now, officially, can declare me:
WORLD CHAMPION OF LAST MINUTE!

BO-YAH!

Sometimes

darthtayismodified:

I think I am just better off NOT knowing about some things. I’d rather not think about them and I can’t comprehend why I think about them so much… all it does is just make me irritated and upset. Why.

Because our mind will always make us think about the things we want to think about the least.

"Our own life has to be our message.": I want to be the type of person for you

arrbsek:

who doesn’t say, “I never want to see you upset or sad”. I want to be the person who encourages you to feel sad, because I know it is okay to feel sad. It is a constituent of your happiness, and both are an aggregate of you, which I cherish deeply, so much so, I would not think of denying that whole of an essential and beautiful part of existing. Better yet, I desire to be by your side, as you move past your sadness, to suffer with and be compassionate with you as you transcend those transient cycle of emotions into the better parts that are often easier, but always still disparately grey.  I wish only for you to be human, and in that sentience, support and nourish and see you thrive through the lowest valleys of it.  I want to see you make peace with them, never denying they’re existence or avoiding to journey through them, but to proceed forward,  with utmost certainty, that we are contingent in our step, and that we will accept any and all darkness with true levity.  I trust in you you to do this for me as well.

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