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i feel like k!lling myself again

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I fall in love too easily

I fall in love too fast

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college classmates are just highschool classmates part 2

#like #everyone is just the same person but different face and name #what the fuck #college

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you DUMB FUCKING WHORE

#me

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i'm eighteen now. this is sad.

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Okay– you guys want another cute story about my parents and food?

So my mother is an amazing baker. And as I mentioned in a reblog of the Oranges post, my parents now always keep fresh fruit in the house – particularly bananas (my dad likes them with his breakfast). And whenever the bananas go brown, mom makes (really goddamn delicious) banana bread.

My parents are very avid outdoorsy folks and do a lot of hiking. They live in a mountainous region and basically climb a mountain every weekend (most of the mountains here are under 6,000 feet, but rocky), including in the middle of winter. Because cold and exertion eat through your blood sugar, they always pack trail snacks, and they developed a tradition of bringing a mini loaf of mom’s banana bread that they share on the summit.

Now a few years ago my father was having a midlife crisis and decided he was going to hike a REALLY big mountain. So he signed up for an expedition to climb Mt. Denali in Alaska – the tallest peak in North America. The group he was going with had a trip planned where everyone would be responsible for hiking with and carrying their own gear, so you had to be prepared to hike up a big fuckoff mountain in potentially treacherous conditions with a heavy pack.

My mother was not going on this expedition (she has problems with altitude sickness) but dammit, she was not going to let my dad go get himself killed by being unprepared. So in the year leading up to his climb, she kinda became his personal trainer. They hiked the local mountains a lot and in all kinds of weather conditions, practiced rope training and crevasse rescue techniques, and she made sure he practiced climbing with increasingly heavy packs until he was hauling around 65lbs of weights on his back. Sometimes she would even sit in a sled in the snow and make him pull her. 

When the trip finally came, dad was incredibly excited, and amused that his gear pack actually ended up being lighter than his practice pack. A number of other folks in the expedition had practiced going up a stair machines with weight on their backs, but mom had dragged dad through all the really rocky, treacherous trails around here with ice and water crossings, so he had solid balance from really moving with that amount of weight. Over the course of the climb (which took a couple weeks), half of the hikers ended up turning back (for various reasons), but despite being the oldest in the group, dad was one of the few to summit. 

And on the day he made it to the top, at 20,310 feet of elevation, he pulled out of his pack, wrapped in foil and mostly frozen but intact despite the long trip, a loaf of my mother’s banana bread, to eat on top of the world. Because, he said later, even if she wasn’t there with him, she was the reason he made it to the top.

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relax and loving getting wet and drench

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PARADISE FALLS PARADISE FALLS PARADISE FALLS

After almost 2 years of rains, Angel Falls, located in Venezuela, shows up to 3 waterfalls, because its flows are at their maximum! credits to https://twitter.com/LuisPerozoPadua

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Additional seating behind the main couch - helps serve both sides of a larger space

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#kid cudi gives me so much comfort and i don't even fucking know who he actually is #i just know he's a rapper and an occasional actor and a lot of people like him and that's it #i only once saw him in one episode of a series that i love #cbs scorpion #and he's already given me some sort of comfort #like nostalgia #like that feeling when you think about that one afternoon back home in your childhood #and you remember the grassy plains that goes for miles that you could see out the wood door of your kitchen #and you could smell the rosemary and grass #and the wind and all the worries that it carried from people that it went past by #and you remember your knees that had been soiled from playing and having too much fun with the small flowers and the tall grass and #the friendly bugs #and you remember the jumper you wore that afternoon and how the yellow shirt paired well with it #the yellow shirt that was the same color as the grass and the warmth of the afternoon. the reminiscent picture brings you so much warmth th #that you swear to god the skies was the same shade of yellow as well #this is how kid cudi makes me feel #he's amazing #the best #kid cudi #rap

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anyways participating in r/place fucked up my life. like wtf am i supposed to do with all these lingering emotions from speedrunning geopolitics and connecting with communities and panicking and feeling a sense of triumph and joy when you see what you’ve accomplished, and all the hearts and petty border disputes and crying over the “void” and arguing about pixel colours, and then it all ends in a white void…. majorly fucked up (/pos). im devastated. i felt like ive aged a century and fought in a war without any of the trauma. we built and destroyed worlds, ecosystems, communities; we played god with reddit pixels for a few days yet it felt like forever. this is a collective memory seared into my brain. nothing else will come close to the epic highs and lows of reddit pixels. decades worth of stories stuffed into nooks and crannies. the end is the beginning. we created a world, lived in it for such a short time, became attached, and then it was slowly eroded, snow falling on snow. the world doesn’t end with a bang, but with a whimper. slowly, slowly, it ends as slowly as we built it. what the actual fuck.

#this is the kind of writer i aspire to be

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home is really just a crafting table next to a furnace and a bed

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oregano scented candle wax

if i were a drink i’d be cherry vanilla coke

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"defend your thesis" why are you attacking my thesis