expertcosmotips:

if he thinks rape jokes are funny go on a romantic boat ride with him and leave him in the middle of the fucking ocean to die

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Our album cover.
(at The Fridge)

I have barely eaten in two days, I am tired all the time and I have no motivation to do anything.
I constantly feel like crying.
Why can’t I just check out of my life for a week?

neekdeep:

They said I could become anything, so I became intoxicated.

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Admitting it is the first step, right?

The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving.
Lessons in Life #39 (via fef1b5)

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I’m not okay.

taylorswift:

shakeitoffs:

do you ever just feel like

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Omg all the time.

Well, this shit finally hit Above the Law. 

I can’t believe my classmates and I have been dealing with the situation for nearly a year. It has disrupted every aspect of student life at the school. It has made a mockery of a respected program. It has cause the student body to lose a lot of faith in the Honor Code and its administration. 

But you know what? The girl cheated. She cheated in a system that is by its very nature competitive. Cheating on her exams doesn’t just mean she got an unfair advantage, it means she suckered her classmates out of a grade they deserved. I was enrolled in both classes she cheated in; I was on both curves in which she had an unfair advantage. I would have loved to be able to consult the Federal Rules of Evidence during Professor Mogill’s exam - it is, without a doubt, the hardest I’ve ever taken. But I studied, and took the exam cold. And I passed. We were given 24 hours to complete the Mediation exam. It was a take home and we could consult any material we desired. I took it in the midst of the first winter snowfall at home with my mom and brother. I did exceptionally well on the exam, even if I did wish I had had longer than 24 hours. But I followed the rules and things turned out alright.

Nicole Suissa is a menace to the law school community. She stomps around the campus with an air of entitlement and self-importance unmatched by anyone I’ve ever met - which is saying a lot, because I deal with lawyers, judges, and politicians on a daily basis. She spent the better part of the Spring semester intimidating witnesses and swallowing her own false delusion. The fact that I STILL have to sit in class with her daily is an affront to my good character and my good academic standing. The fact that I may have to walk across the same stage as her to graduate from law school saddens me most. 

There is a Dean’s forum tonight, presumably to discuss this blog post, the ongoing legal battle, and the fate of the school. I’m not hopeful that the administration will do more than give the student body lip service. 

Sometimes, in life, you make a series of regrettable decisions. When you are making those decisions, you are selfishly only thinking of yourself. Those decisions probably hurt you most, but you are not thinking of the collateral damage done to the people who care about you.

Eventually, you may pull your head out of your ass. You may get tired of being a pariah. You’re definitely tired of people calling you a slut, saying you’re stupid, rolling their eyes whenever you open your mouth.

You’ve lost some people but if they couldn’t handle your worst, why would you want them around anyway? You try to forget them. You start doing yoga and meditating 10 minutes per day. You start reading books again. You try to get comfortable being on your own and journaling your feelings. You make a concerted effort to be happy for people when something good happens to them, rather than feeling bad for yourself. You feels pangs of regret for your former self, but you try to forgive yourself. You were in emotional turmoil. Surely you and everyone else understands. Don’t they see how well you’re doing?

You realize that not everyone does. Or they do, and they don’t care. They can’t let go of the person you were. You open yourself up in love, professing the need to heal, to talk, to move on, and they shut your effort down. They say they can’t trust you. That in refusing to take their advice you’ve hurt them too deeply for them to accept your offer of peace.

What do you do in that situation? Do you pick yourself up and try to prove them wrong? Do you forget they exist and chalk it up to another loss? Do you accept the consequences of a past life - a life you’ve left firmly in the past? Can you? Will you?