// Cheers to One Year//

It has been a long time since we welcomed the New Year. Everyone celebrated it differently. Our family had our annual fireworks display on our front yard and our midnight dinner. But why am I just writing about it now? It’s because I’m celebrating my year of being a high school graduate, not the welcoming of the new year.

Ever since I graduated from high school a year back, I have experienced my own roller coaster of emotions. I cried over the fact that I won’t be able to be with my high school friends every single day anymore. I jumped in joy when I got the news that I was able to get into the university that I wanted. I awkwardly smiled as I welcomed my new classmates in university. I laughed with my new friends.

It has been exactly 330 days since my life changed. But all I can say is that I enjoyed those 330 days. I learned how to change for the betterment of myself. I learned how to accept. I learned how to fight. I learned how to talk. Most of all, I learned how be me.

Cheers to one year and five days. Cheers for more great years to come.

wiccanthropy:

a-weeping-fangirl:

consultivedetectiveintraining:

eternalpurgatoryofdestiel:

agehachou:

having crumbs in your bra is one of the worst feelings in the world

have you ever stepped in a puddle with your socks on?

Have you ever had the dark lord scar you and kill your parents when you were a baby

Have you ever had crumbs in your bra

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

(via onceuponatimelady)

randall-asscad:

the doctor who font keeps chanign

im just waiting 4 the day when it becoms comic sans

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// Reblog if you would be devastated if you found out one of your followers committed suicide.//

watchtheskytonight:

suicidal-smiles:

wheretheewildthingssaree:

moject-prayhem:

don’t you dare not reblog!!!!!!

If you don’t reblog this I’m judging you.

Just remember, killing yourself is a permanent solution to something that may only be temporary. :)

We’re all behind you. 

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