So yesterday I made three pots of coffee throughout the day—to get through the day. You see, I am in a teaching program, and it is exhausting. So it begins innocently enough with one cup, two cup, three cup, four. And then you’re addicted.
I guess what I am trying to say is….I may be addicted to coffee. I gues there are worse things to be in love with, though…
Happy Middle of the Week!
(via moniquethelama)
This is depressing. There needs to be caveats, fine print, an asterisk. Here is mine: The statement above ascribes “meaning” to be human life on earth and then juxtaposes such meaning to the expanse of a universe populated by black holes, supernovas, dark matter, and other much bigger and violent phenomena. In other words, the statement ignores everything that matters…to us.
“If you want a stronger marriage, work on it together.”
Why can’t everything just work and have no miscommunication and just HAVE AN INTERVIEW without interruption or complication. What is the problem here. WHY is this happening to me.
Let’s just hope that at SOME point I get a job, and my tumblr can be filled with sunshinekittens and rainbowunicorns for a while.
Good luck buddy—press on!
The Extraordinary Observer by Enkel Dika.
Mi reaccion al ver la puta aguja que usan para la via de sangre de donacion D’=
haha—una vez la enfermera me anduvo picando la vena haste que le dije que se quedara con su aguja, y yo con mi sangre y cida.