the weird thing for me is that when i think about today and what i accomplished, i almost feel this internal dissonance. like everyday i’m just trucking along, being whoever it is that i am, and being okay with just being me. and it was like that today too, and yet for some reason i was being honored and applauded and i saw my name on a plaque with people that i have admired for years. people that have inspired me to do what i do. people that i spent years of high school trying hard to exemplify in any way possible. and i don’t feel like i’ve necessarily succeeded in that but for some reason my name is right up there with them. i’m so thankful to everyone for this. it’s truly incredible and more than i could ever dream of. i just think i could appreciate it more if it made any sense to me whatsoever.

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We salute you, our half inflated dark lord

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One of my favorite movies for the past five years. I’m feeling too crappy and congested to get any work done so I think I’m gonna watch it tonight. I need to have a Ralph Macchio marathon soon.

Oh and I’m probably going to cry.

EDIT: So since my lemon bars completely failed, Laura came over and we watched Music and Lyrics instead. I enjoyed it almost as much, plus there were barely any tears :)

suicideblonde:

Frances Bean Cobain, then 14, wearing her dad’s pajama bottoms and cardigan in 2006

hello evanescence playlist on repeat, it’s been a while.

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