The living was the prize.

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steamedcrab:

so i was watching the news and this 2nd grader wrote this to the president, vice president, and a congressman. biden was the only one to respond yet. LITERALLY.

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I’d swim across Lake Michigan
I’d sell my shoes
I’d give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room
To be alone with you

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lauraosnesfansite:

Sample: “The Girl Who Drove Away” / Kerrigan-Lowdermilk Live / [Pre-Order]

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emptinessinharmonies:

Delta Gamma is…

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anchoreddancer:

this.

I was literally singing this at the top of my lungs last night and my friends thought I lost my mind…it’s relevant now, guys!!!

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It means beginning, the start. Which is kind of backwards, considering we’re sitting at the very end of a four-year journey. It’s supposed to be celebrating new beginnings, opening new doors, recognizing our accomplishments but focusing on going onwards and upwards, to bigger and better things. We have a keynote speaker who tells us all about figuring out who you are, and a president who encourages us to go off into the world with the knowledge we have and make it a better place.

It’s true that this is a new beginning, but it’s hard to focus on that next step when so many other things are ending. The friendships we found, which challenged and enriched and rewarded us, are suddenly long-distance in the span of a three-hour ceremony. The professors that grounded us and taught us the things we needed to know- most of them not even academic- will not be close by for support. After four years of standing together, we have to walk off alone.

I spent almost all of my college career trying to get away- a semester off campus, many frustrated nights wishing I were anywhere else, hurrying home at each break. My dreams were trapped, enclosed in the bubble of Greencastle, Indiana, and I put forth all my effort in making them a reality. Today, I walked across that stage, took my diploma in hand and suddenly the cage was broken. I have the freedom to go anywhere- the freedom to follow those dreams to where I’ve worked so hard to reach- but instead I cling desperately to the familiar. The things I strived so hard to break away from- my school’s limitations, the unfair policies, the several times I considered transferring- all disappeared, and suddenly I wanted every moment back. One more night with my friends, one more inside joke, one more voice lesson, one more chance to sing in my choir. I have been given a lifetime of freedom, and all I want is one more day.

We will move on. We will live, because that’s how the world works. But when you hear people talking about their “college years”, you don’t realize that you’re living them and they’ve come and gone. I am excited to embrace my new adventure, but that is mixed with a hefty dose of terror. I wonder if I am capable of doing this without the people that pushed, shoved, and dragged me through undergrad when I thought I’d never make it. Our University President says that we are ready to take on the world. That we have gifts we need to share with the world, and there is a lot I want to give. But that doesn’t calm the feeling that things will never be the same again, and that I spent so much time angry, but want nothing more than to go back and do it all over again.  

‘If i murder someone, she’s the person i’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She’s my person.’ - (S08E19 x S09E11)

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I spent 3 years trying to get away, so why is this so hard for me?