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You have all the weapons you need; Now fight.
hello, darling! ask me archive Voilà, c’est moi J'aime

You all have guns, and you never put the safety on.
And you all have hands to take it, to take it, don’t take it, take it, take it…

I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep.
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep. 
But I cant—but I can’t when you all have guns for hands.

I stopped believing although Journey told me “don’t!”
Before I call it a day, maybe this’ll be my year…

It is 3:56am and I am wide awake

I may or may not be losing my mind/control of my life. 

7 days until Cornell Comp if anyone’s counting. 9 days until my research presentation and 9.5 days until my 5-hour long law exam. 6 hours until my housemates wake up and think I scrubbed the house clean because I was drunk, not because I was upset and desperate to feel useful. 6.01 hours until that slut leaves my house (or less, I hope.) 8 hours until the senior from my high school comes to visit and I tour him around campus. 11 hours until my dance partner texts me demanding practice time because as a post-doc he doesn’t have to worry about things like homework. 23 hours until the meeting at my house where we get a ton of competition prep done. 51 hours until I have to work 7 unpaid hours in a restaurant because it’s a required class. 72 hours until my next shift in the hotel and so on, and so forth…

Gotta hang in there. Gotta keep going. This too shall pass. 

My heart is so tired. – Markus Zusak, The Book Thief  (via versteur)

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