I’m writing this post in hopes that I’ll be able to write a follow up post a few months from now telling myself I had nothing to worry about. I have on full blown Gucci graduation goggles, with a side of Saint Laurent senioritis, word to Guapdad 4000. The end of undergrad is here, where all of the classes are a good 20 minutes too long, and none of the things you actually paid attention to are on the exam.
This week, I had one of my classmates cover his answers while we were taking our midterm. Dude. You’re thirty-five.
My undergrad career has definitely not been a smooth one, and while others insist I’m going to miss it when I’m finished, I’d have to argue that mostly anyone that knows half of the battle I’ve had to go through would not agree. I have more than earned my right to say I am ready for this to be over.
I’m literally so close, but I feel like I’m not doing anything quite right. The efforts I’m putting in just don’t match how smart I know I am. And I just have to think to myself, is this what I’ve come to? I might be dramatic for this whole post, but the only thing I’m sure about right now, is that I would really, really, like to graduatealready.
Can anyone relate? Submit, hit that ask button, etc, I’d really like to hear from you.
fyi for those in Phoenix Arizona: stay away from Target because the Phoenix Police still won’t arrest this dude despite it being illegal to declare intention of violence like this
HEY GUYS/GALS/THEY’S I literally hate being the person asking people to reblog something and I scroll past posts that do, but I have been crying tonight about this, because I remember the Pulse shooting where LGBTQIA people lost their lives and the idea of another attack like that terrifies me, so please, because Phoenix has over 1 million people, just reblog? sorry.
The leaves crackle under her as she sprints for her life. Each heaving breath she takes burns her throat, the cold crisp air ripping at her lungs and exiting them as a warm wisp.
As the woods fall silent, just for a moment, she takes the opportunity to dive behind a tree to catch her breath. She has been running through the unforgiving woods for over an hour, each new second felt like her heart was going to explode. But she had no other options. Run or be…well, the other option can’t be good, can it?
The silence of the woods is suddenly disrupted, as a deep growl comes from between the trees. A loud and methodical crunch of leaves fills her with panic. The sound of her heavy breaths tear through the silence with ease. She takes a deep breath in and holds it. Her hands clench her mouth and nose as she listens to the steps become closer and closer. Suddenly they stop.
A set of clawed hands grasp both sides of the trunk. His ears perk and his mouth waters as he listens to her heart pounding without oxygen. He knows as long as he stands behind that tree, the longer she will desperately try to mask the sound of her breathing.
Her heart rate dramatically slows after pounding so hard for so long, now desperately pumping for oxygenated blood. She closes her eyes and clasps her hands over her face even harder.
He can now hear her heart skip and flop in her chest before she takes one huge ragged breath in, out of absolute desperation. Her eyes widen and fill with fear.
The dark outline of his body fills her line of sight. Huge, muscular and terrifying. He growls deeply, leaning down to meet her. He places his long claws over her carotid feeling each fear-filled pulse, moving them to feel between her fragile ribs. Her eyes lock forward, as she now feels his slow, warm breath on her neck. A wicked smirk trails across his face, as he listens to her nervous little heart.
