nativeandnaive:

legendxofxzach:

One time during my freshmen year of college I forgot to do a history paper that was worth 20% of my grade and the teacher didn’t accept late work, so I waited until the professor handed back the papers and angrily asked where mine was. The teacher felt so bad for losing it he let me re-do the entire paper and gave me an A-

You fucking champ

(vía life-of-a-latin-student)

Who can have named her so perfectly?
What prophetic mind?
Who was it gave to that bride of blood, that
wife of strife, the name Helen? For the
woman is hell to ships, hell to men, hell to cities.
She vanished out the veils of her bedroom
on a western wind
and in her wake came men with shields
tracking her all the way
to the shore of Troy. They beached in
blood.


…At first, I think, there came to Troy a spirit
of windless calm.
An ornament - a pretty glance, little sting to
the heart.
But she swerved aside to a marriage of
murder and tears.
She harmed the place, she harmed the
people, she was sent by Zeus
to the city of Priam: bride as disaster. Bride
as Fury.

Agamemnon, Aeschylus (trans. Anne Carson)

(vía life-of-a-latin-student)

b00ksandp0ems:

fatandfabulousmermaid:

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP

Now this is one of my favorite quotes from tfios. None of that ‘okay’ shit. This just shows the pure and raw pain that hazel was feeling.

(vía okayelle)

supernatural-tardis:

i had a crush on this guy and i decided to pull a Pavlov on him by offering him whenever i saw him  this brand of candy he seemed to really like and after a while whenever he saw me he got excited for a second then you could see his expression shift to wondering the why the hell was he so happy to see me and i swear it was the evilest thing but also the most hilarious i made a guy like me by conditioning him into associating me to a candy he liked

(vía girl-blogger)