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brb crying @ joanna's fs.

sophomoreslump:

love you Joanna <3

:D

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meganspeakswords:

I love that you can still make my heart jump and put a smile on my face

even when i’m on the verge of tears.

ILU2 BBY <3

Dear self, stop worrying about grades. Stop it. You're stressing over...well not nothing, that's for sure. But worrying yourself to tears is no way to fix the problem. Eat, sleep, study, but live. You will get through this. You. Will. Get. Through. This. Be more organized. Take better notes. Exercise, it makes you happy. But don't beat yourself up over half a semester's worth of grades. Not worth it. There are much, much bigger things to worry about.

meganspeakswords:

brunetteshavemorefun:

LIKE THE SATS FML.

joanna i bet you more than a million dollars your report card looks 10x better than mine. you are prioritized and smart and you’re going places. i WISH i was as motivated and had as much will power as you. so don’t worry.

and p.s.

ILOVEYOU

megan i love you :) i would make you muffins…but i think i’ll just stick to cupcakes, made from a box :)

josephwilliamdominicleib:

sauvignonblanc:

16

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like….sixteen going on seventeen?  LIEK THE SHOWTUNE ?!?! :D

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"What? NO i didn’t take them… . yes i did take it i got a frackin 239! Im diesel!!!!!!! Ill see u mo fos at harvard!"

jimmy, when asked if what score he got on the psats

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Please, just come online already.

idefygravity:

brunetteshavemorefun:

idefygravity:

please please please.

so I can finally stop crying.

I’m here :)

lolol, i love you.<3

I LOVE YOU TOO! i’m so mad your present didn’t work. i should have serenaded you today. remind me the next time i see you :)

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Please, just come online already.

idefygravity:

please please please.

so I can finally stop crying.

I’m here :)

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"Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer’d; beauty’s ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here’s to my love!"