if you ship two professors is it a scholarship?
#he wants the phd
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an artist is stranded on a desert island alone and decides to pass the time by drawing. less that a minute after they take out a sketchbook, one lone person washes up on the island and desperately says “oh my god you can draw can you draw me”
"is that anime"
"Did you draw that?"
"show me your sketchbook"
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POTENTIAL JROCK MAGS SALE
If I told you I own 20+ visual kei/j-rock themed mags, like Shoxx and Cure or Fool’s Mate dated 2009/2010 and I was putting them up for sale, would anyone be interested?
ngl I’m grinning like an idiot
doesn’t the term “staff member” make you laugh because those 2 words both mean penis
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
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why do boys call other boys “pretty boy” as an insult???? that’s probably the most flattering thing anyone could ever say to me?? call me pretty boy. tell me im the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen
"Sometimes I want to ask God why He allows poverty, famine, and injustice when He could do something about it, but I’m afraid He might just ask me the same question."
`Abdu’l-Bahá (via everybodyphoto
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"Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment, it doesn’t matter that you’ve got people who love you and the sun is shining and there’s a movie coming out this weekend that you’ve been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you look out a nineteenth-story window and you think, I could just do it. I could just do it. And most of the time, you look at the height and you get scared, or you think about the poor people on the sidewalk below - what if there are kids coming home from school and they have to spend the rest of their lives trying to forget this terrible thing you’re going to make them see? And the moment’s over. You think about how sad it would’ve been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your dog and wonder who would’ve taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know that the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek, and the puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same. The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in that treetop moment when she looked down and saw the yard, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air."
Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel