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Q: Indicate any special talents or skills that you possess. [Georgetown]

college-app-essays:

I wake up, feeling nothing. There’s an emptiness inside, a crevasse. I’m not angry, I’m not sad. I’m nothing.

The heat and humidity of the night made me sweat; the sheets are damp. I get up. I walk to the bathroom, my head nauseous. I stare at that thing in the mirror, and it stares back, expressionless as ever. I brush my teeth, the water sharp and cold, piercing my hands. I spit. I spit again, the globule of minty, colourful chemicals swirling into the whirlpool of water. I watch as it disperses, mixing in with the water until it was never there – until the water drains everything away. 

If only it were so easy.image

God, I think to myself, stop being such a melodramatic shit.

I floss, grimacing in pain as sharp string slices gums. I stop halfway, and throw it towards the bin. It lands on the floor, drops of blood hitting the porcelain tiles. I go to the windows, open the curtains. The light hurts my eyes. I close them again and turn on the dim orange lamp. I put on some clothes. Uncomfortable and prickly on my skin, unnatural.

I look for something to eat in my tiny kitchen. An old apple and some butter with green stuff growing on the side. I eat the apple. It is tasteless, soft, bland. I sit on my chair for a while.

The phone rings.

"Hello?"

The voice is bright, peachy. I don’t say anything but breathe heavily into the handset and hope that someone will shoot me.

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what.

(Source: thesmackie, via mynameisboburnham)

dazily:

I went to this book store and their books were wrapped up in paper with small descriptions so no one would “judge a book by its cover”

dazily:

I went to this book store and their books were wrapped up in paper with small descriptions so no one would “judge a book by its cover”

(via tonightletsfadeaway)

themaineband:

One pack of smokes from broke… | Keep sending in your art #TheMaine

themaineband:

One pack of smokes from broke… | Keep sending in your art #TheMaine

bandsoffthewalls:

The Maine // Into Your Arms

bandsoffthewalls:

The Maine // Into Your Arms

(Source: bandsoffthewalls, via itsgonnarian)

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“Phoenix, AZ, America, Earth” - helloimstephen

Phoenix, AZ, America, Earth” - helloimstephen

(Source: thebrianset)

Do you love yourself? I ask you this both seriously and sincerely. So do you? Are you proud of where you sit in this moment? Have you sacrificed to get here? Do you dance along to the music inside of you, or do you walk properly with the look and fear of the other? Do you direct yourself by your own volition and intuition, or do you travel down the conventional road safely in hand with man’s logic and arithmetic? These choices are for your choosing, but in order to have self-love, I believe you must have you; for how can you love what is not true? …Actually, and unfortunately, I know many people who do; for a while, until they eventually end up with so many selves they are attempting to be that they no longer know which one to love anymore. But I’m certain if you live in their world, you will never know yours—and what a shame that would be. The river of life is flowing inside of us all, but in order to ride its fiery rapids you must fully jump in and trust the energy that naturally drives you. You will not always be able to reason or rationalize your feelings and choices…well, you can try, or pay someone to try, but they will not fit into our neat and orderly worlds of convention. And why should they? Is our DNA not proof enough that we are all individuals with different make-ups? What I would like to tell you ladies and gentlemen, is your life is beyond two times two is four! So unleash the freak, jump in, become who you truly are, and live outside the borders of any normal. And don’t just open the doors, don’t just take off the hinges; tear down the entire structure! The Great Adventure is not an expedition, it is the journey through the slowly unfolding mystery of your true self; follow it—with no other goal than to burn, both hot blue and joyous red. Never forget what profound beauty and truth comes through our suffering; we must use it! Well-being through comfort and security cannot be our only goal, for that should be our last; it is death. We must do the deathless dance in the infinite cosmos! And we must always know that before you are truly capable of loving others, you must first love yourself. Learn to love yourself and the world will start turning into a better place. I believe a brighter world starts there.
— Rex X (via rex-x)

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That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write “Fuck you” right under your nose.
— Holden Caulfield, the Catcher in the Rye (via thewrongenergy)