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ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME THAT TYLER OAKLEY DOESN’T LOOK EXACTLY LIKE KRISTEN WIIG WHEN HE WEARS MAKEUP AND A WIG
OH MY GOD.
Syrian Uprising Account of the Day: Know Your Meme user X-singular has been providing a daring first-hand account of the escalating bloody violence between the Syrian Armed Forces and the Free Syrian Army.
The words, pictures and video (some Not Safe For Work) are a harrowing glimpse into a conflict which has seen a daily body count into the hundreds, and sent thousands of refugees fleeing towards friendlier borders.
[knowyourmeme]
I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s just one of those days, but man. I really am just not doing well in anything. And what hurts the most (is not being so close) is that everyone was cheering for me. And people see my pictures on facebook, and they’re like ‘RAH’ or ‘I am so proud of you.’ Honestly, I don’t deserve it. Yeah, I got into a good school. But it doesn’t mean shit if you’re at the back of the pack. I’m not at the top of my class anymore; I’m nowhere near there. I know it’s something I have to accept, but damn that’s hard. I’m also literally at the back of the herd when it comes to PT so that also sucks.
And I feel like I’m being a terrible daughter, friend, and girlfriend. No, scratch that, I don’t just feel like it, I know that I am. Everyone thinks I have so little time, but it’s not just that. I could write home, but I don’t. I call when I can, but I just. Ugh. This is just really frustrating for me. And I don’t know who to turn to. I honestly just want to curl up into a ball and cry for a bit. Is that ok? Is that weak?
Yes. Yes it is. And it really fricken sucks to suck.
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Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.
Hide, oh hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are yet of those that April wears.
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.