AW THIS IS SO CUTE. I CAN’T :’)
“I’M DEAD STOP POKING ME. YOU’RE RUINING MY MASTER PLAN GODDAMN IT !”
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AW THIS IS SO CUTE. I CAN’T :’)
“I’M DEAD STOP POKING ME. YOU’RE RUINING MY MASTER PLAN GODDAMN IT !”
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its really bad lighting but i looked amazing today and felt great :). working for admissions, even if I’m resistant to it, just makes me feel good about myself. I like talking to complete strangers and feeling like i make an impact. this opportunity is something i probably would have never gotten at a bigger university. i feel like they see my potential and act on it. I am so grateful for that. it’s truly a been a blessing.
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i’m installing starcraft so i can play with alan, my brother and others this summer. oh how sometimes i wish i was more of a girl than i am. oh well, as long as i dont scare alan away i’m good right?
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without working out i slimmed down a bit from the beginning of the semester
hopefully by the end of the summer i’ll show another progress picture even if its a small change
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expressive peregrine falcons
(photos by sdwildgene)
Thespian falcon.
#to fly or not to fly—that is the question #whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the gusts and winds of outrageous fortune #or to take wing against a sea of fish and by opposing eat them
TO FLY - TO SWEEP,
NO MORE; AND BY A SWEEP TO SAY WE END
THE HEARTACHE AND THE THOUSAND NATURAL FLOCKS
THAT FISH IS HEIR TO: ‘TIS A CONSUMMATION
DEVOUTLY TO BE WISHED. TO FLY, TO SWEEP;
TO SWEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM - AY, THERE’S THE GRUB:
FOR IN THAT SWEEP OF DEATH WHAT STREAMS MAY COMEwhen we have molted off these mortal feathers,
must give us pause. there’s the respect
that makes calamity of so long meals.
for who would bear the winters and famines of time?
th’poacher’s wrong, the large bird’s contumely,
the pangs of despised love, the daylight’s delay,
the insolence of prey, and the spurns that
patient merit of th’unworthy take,
when he himself might his quietus make
with a bare bird claw? who would fardels bear
to squawk and caw under a weary life,
but that the dread of something after food,
the unrelenting hunger, from whose clutches
no hunter returns, puzzles the will.
and makes us rather bear those ills we have
than fly to others we know not of?
thus hunger does make fools of us all.
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Car ride blows kitties mind xD
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