Alistair is coming home.
i really do miss him quite alot when he’s gone.
(this whole post probably made him feel uncomforatble. whatevs.)
For some reason, I clicked onto this and wondered where the Glee pictures were from. Seconds later I witnessed the song of the first one.
Magic.
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Now I’ve got my breath back:
Thank you. All of you. For putting up with me being a horrible whiny creature for the past month or so, for being so supportive and lovely, for all your congratulations just now. I love you all. (Admittedly I am kind of in love with the entire universe at this precise moment in time, but do not let that diminish the strength of the love I feel for you guys. I put this news here before I put it on Facebook. Let that speak for itself.)
My offer is from Newnham College, which was my college of choice. I now have to get an A* and two As. Because I’m taking four subjects, they said that these grades must come from English Literature, English Language and either German or Latin - so I have to get at least an A in Language, but I could feasibly get a B in German if I manage an A in Latin and vice versa. (I hope this doesn’t happen, but it’s good to know that I have a little breathing room!) So the plan is to aim for the A* in Lit, which I managed full marks in at AS, and work ridiculously hard at Language, because the exam paper at AS came out at a B and I cannot afford to have that happen again.
I don’t know yet what my insurance choice will be. I had thought it would be Lancaster, but I don’t know if Sheffield (which is bigger and has more theatres and culture generally) would be the better option. The thing is that they want AAA, and Lancaster only want AAB, and I don’t know how brave I can afford to be. So I’ll let you know!
I can’t stop smiling. It’s such a relief - the past two days have been among the worst of my life, and I’m so glad to know I’ve got at least a sporting chance of getting all the way there. My friend Becci also has an offer (for Madgalen College to read Veterinary Medicine, which she seriously doubted she’d get) which makes it twice as amazing, and I think I’m actually going to get some sleep tonight, which will be brilliant too. I love you all. Bye for now.
How exciting!
I got Newnham confused with Murray Edwards in my head just then, and nearly made some scandalous comments. I knew absolutely nothing about Newnham until a moment ago, but it looks lovely.
Don’t worry too much about your grades. If you miss them slightly they’ll probably take you anyway.
And well done!
Jónsi and Alex
Hello and here is me. Performing poetry and pointing at someone, we poets like to make a point you see…….
This is an amazing photo. The object of Josh’s pointing, Alice, looks like she’s quite perturbed but wants to hide it.
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Withnail: I've some extremely distressing news.
Marwood: I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear anything! Oh God, it's a nightmare, I tell you, it's a nightmare.
Withnail: We just ran out of wine. What are we gonna do about it?
Marwood: I don't know, I don't know. Oh God, I don't feel good. Look, my thumbs have gone weird! I'm in the middle of a bloody overdose. Oh God. My heart's beating like a fucked clock! I feel dreadful, I feel really dreadful!
Withnail: So do I, so does everybody. Look at my tongue; it's wearing a yellow sock. Sit down for Christ's sake, what's the matter with you? Eat some sugar.
This is me. Everyday.
Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.
C.S. Lewis (via bitchville)
Gaydar Blackout
Indie lads are a problematic temptation
when seeking that cure to frustration:
impossible to know
which ones’ll say ‘no!’
and which ones really want you to fuck ‘em.
Talk To Me About Love: Talk To Me About Love
Talk to me about love. Tell me what it means to you. Tell me who, or what, your first crush was. Tell me who you’re pining for and who you hate. Obsession, hate and love are so closely linked. Tell me about the boy in fifth grade who brought you a pebble with your name scratched onto it. Tell me…
nice
it would just be nice
to be held
after a day like today.
sometimes i can actually feel
the way i would sit
against the couch
between your legs, against
your chest.
you’d rest your chin
heavily on my head
and close your eyes.
recreational-impossibilities liked your post: It’s release
Paha, don’t get involved. There’s still time for you to run away.
GO ON WITHOUT ME
But crossing the synaptic cleft is so hard!
I’m not sure the diffusion gradient is there for me to travel along :P
Just—
(L)
But there’s only one of you, so you’re never going up a concentration gradient…
This is true.
Though I could undergo mitosis?
(Pretend I’m a simple cell, okay? ;D )
You can be a bacterium, and have a flagellum. They are the coolest. You could go wherever you wanted then.
