beccaphillips

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Golden haze, another morning feels like yesterday.
End of may, a year is gone and I still feel this way,
When we meet again I’ll ask you how you’re doing
And you’ll say fine and ask me how I’m doing

And then I’ll lie and I’ll say ordinary, It’s just an ordinary day.

End of May

Michael Buble

1 week ago

confessions-of-a-disney-princess:

Emo Lilo

2 weeks ago

I lost my 4.0

and I’m at peace with it. For once in my life I know that I actually gave my all in school. I honestly cannot remember the last time that happened. I lazed my way through high school and undergrad by giving just enough to do well enough to not get in trouble. I don’t remember genuinely studying for a class since probably 11th grade.

Is that something I’m proud of? Then- yes. Now- no.

For some reason I found motivation in grad school and had a 4.0 for the first three semesters of work and I was massively proud of it. I suddenly realized why some kids are so dedicated to doing well… because when you do really well, you feel really good. It felt awesome to actually try and actually do well.

but like I said, I lost my 4.0 this semester. I got a B in both of my classes, which sucks. I made the mistake of taking the two hardest classes of the program in the same semester. My lapse in judgement resulted in a sleep-deprived/overworked version of myself being born. I did everything in both classes and worked hard, but I got a B in both and such is life.

But, yall, it’s summer!

2 weeks ago

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But then, on the other hand, I must warn you that when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.

Joe Fox

You’ve Got Mail

2 weeks ago

this is how i feel today.

(Source: meow-purr-knead)

3 weeks ago

(Source: tangledwithdisney, via thedisneydaily)

3 weeks ago

5 Simple Rules for Happiness

1. Free your heart from hatred.

2. Free your mind from worries.

3. Live simply.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less.

3 weeks ago

Nine Months

I guess in some part of my mind I didn’t think my grandmother would ever die. It’s kind of a childhood belief, I guess, that your hero is invincible because you love them so much. Your life would not, could not, go on without them, so they have to live.

And yet she died nine months ago. That is something I never thought I would say. I knew she had cancer. I knew she was sick. But I also knew she was incredible. She was strong. She was a fighter.

There are still days when I want to call her. I catch myself dialing her home. I see things that I think she would like. I have questions. I want her help. I want her to hug me. I want to hear her voice. But I can’t.

I miss who she let me be. She spoiled me endlessly and yet somehow made me better. I miss who I was with her.

Loss is that inevitably painful part of life. It affects everyone at some point and will never seem right.

The consolation, though, is that I got to know her for 22 years. For 22 years, she influenced my life. And it’s my job to carry her forward in this life. People may not get to know her and love her like I did, but they can know me and I have to be someone she would be proud of.

4 weeks ago