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My name is Meghan, I'm 25 and I never want to be average.

I'm currently traveling the world.

Im having such an emotional day! What’s wrong with me? I keep crying at everything.

ugh i’m 25 and i’m still that girl that hides in her room while everyone is having a great time socializing in the living room

my boyfriend applied to the same weekend job as me and may have also gotten it and now i’m mad because i was looking forward to having 3 days a week away from everyone and making new friends but i don’t think i could possibly tell him to stop pursuing this job because that would be a bit heartless.

My old bosses/ roommates even said that it would be wonderful if he got it with me because then he could make sure i’m safe and honestly fuck them and everyone who thinks i need to be fucking protected. i’m an independent person and can ride a fucking boat by myself and can spend 3 days a week by myself and away from my boyfriend and making new friends on an island.. fuck that. i might hate it but i still fucking want to do it by myself. i need a fucking solo adventure. even if its just living on an island and working 10 hours a day. even if i hate it, i fucking need to do something new by myself.

So I may have been hired for a job where I commute to a resort on island near Perth for three days every weekend and they pay for everything including the ridiculously expensive ferry, accommodation, food, etc and also pay me extremely well and I’m just so nervous and scared and excited!
Adventures in living at work part 4. Woo.

casualblessings:

May you express a difficult truth and find yourself loved and accepted even more fully.

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"In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to."
— Robert Brault (via wordsthat-speak)

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Wait a minute, two of my exes have lost parents in the past month. I need to get off facebook and stop stalking exes. This is unhealthy. No one needs an ex to come out of the woodwork when they’re grieving. Those doors are staying shut.

Just visited his facebook profile and saw that my ex(Joe)’s dad died suddenly about a month ago. Do I say something supportive about having also lost my dad and reveal that i was facebook stalking him or do I just ignore it and keep that door shut tight?



First day at school, Gaza, Palestine.

this is the most important thing right now.

First day at school, Gaza, Palestine.

this is the most important thing right now.

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Ugh I do love the kids. They’re just annoying the hell out of me right now and I need time to adjust and I need some fucking sleep.

We’re staying with our old bosses in the suburbs of Perth and for some reason they’re trying to convince us to stay here for our 3 months left in Australia ad I have no idea why. This 3 bedroom house is just way too small to accommodate 8 people. They cleared out the boys’ room and pushed the beds together and now the boys are sleeping on the couches in the living room every night and don’t have a bedroom. Plus they’re trying to do all of the work of finding work for us and constantly trying to buy us food and lend us their cars. I don’t get it at all. And I hate it. It’s so completely noisy all the time and I can’t get any time to myself at all. There’s always someone trying to talk to me or a child trying to climb on me. I’ve hardly slept. I know the kids like me, I used to be their nanny, but I don’t feel like the parents are all that crazy about me at all. They just like my boyfriend and I guess I come along with him. They’re always talking to him and telling me how great he is but I really don’t think they feel very positively about me and it really wears on my confidence. I don’t know I guess I’m being ungrateful and having trouble adjusting. I just really need some fucking peace and quiet and some quality sleep.

raboartcollection:

The title of the work is identical to a series of photographs by Huseyin shot in Odessa, showing curtains blowing in the wind. These images inspired an installation of hardened lace curtains, frozen in time and space. The work refers to the gesture of opening the windows to set free the soul of the deceased, as well as the idea of a spirit present in a room, mysteriously lifting the curtains to reveal its presence.
Gabriel Lester,Melancholia in Arcadia (2011)
All rights are reserved. Photography by Peter Cox. Rabo Art Collection

raboartcollection:

The title of the work is identical to a series of photographs by Huseyin shot in Odessa, showing curtains blowing in the wind. These images inspired an installation of hardened lace curtains, frozen in time and space. The work refers to the gesture of opening the windows to set free the soul of the deceased, as well as the idea of a spirit present in a room, mysteriously lifting the curtains to reveal its presence.

Gabriel Lester,Melancholia in Arcadia (2011)

All rights are reserved. Photography by Peter Cox. 
Rabo Art Collection

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Oy, my kidneys have finally stopped hurting. I fucking love antibiotics.

awwww-cute:

Nibbler making it extra difficult to do homework!

awwww-cute:

Nibbler making it extra difficult to do homework!