Went To The Zoo And Took Pictures Of A Squirrel. (at Jacksonville Zoo And Gardens)

Insults for your loved ones

You

Incompetent slice of bread

Absolute cactus

Bent paperclip

Empty soda bottle

Ungrateful paper towel

Muddy wooden shoe

Sour bicycle

Ignorant sponge

Deceitful little candy wrapper

Blank piece of paper

Crumbly slice of cake

Moldy doorknob

Dusty tube of lipstick

Icey sock

Useless paint can

Linty toothbrush

Hairy popsicle

Plastic cup

A spoopy shadow in the night. (at FSCJ North Campus Minority Students in Nursing Association)

Some more Yellowstone landscape.

Y’know, I had this weird plan to separate myself from everyone. I figured if I just left and didn’t look back, then I could just stay by myself and nobody would bother me.

The plan was super simple. Just stop going to school, don’t make unnecessary contact online, and tell everyone when you see them that your doing fine by yourself. Tell them you prefer being by yourself, and they’ll leave you alone.

It worked.

The plan worked perfectly and, for the most part, I’m alone again.

I’m alone again.

Nobody really cares about me or my life. about the things that I like or dislike. Sometimes they say they do but I don’t really believe them. I have no reason to. It’s not like they’ve given me one. They’re always lying about themselves anyways. Hiding things from me, only to say them when they think I’ve left the room. That’s fine. I get that. The need to vent about your feelings is understandable and I’m not a very nice person to begin with, so I get why people don;t like me.

I wish that they did though.

I don’t like being alone.

I say that I do, but that’s not really true.

I just don’t like being scared and that’s all I ever seem to feel when I’m around people. I’m scared that I’ll mess up somehow and they’ll hate me like so many others already do.

(they all left me)

I hate that.

I hate that part of me that everyone seems to despise.

(all of me they hate all of me and so do i because i should)

That part of me relishes in those terrible feelings, in being feared and looked at with disgusted eyes. That part of me thinks it’s hilarious how much these feelings affect the rest of me.

“It’s fine.” She says with her sickening smiles and empty eyes.

(terrifying monster makes me sick want to vomit)

“It’s not.” I mutter because I’m too tired to say it louder.

(so tired just want sleep stop it let it stop please)

It’s always been like this and that’s not fine but it also is.

(its not it never was)

Because I’m worthless and that’s just how it is has been and always will be.

(it hurts)

That’s fine.

(its not)

I’m not though.

(im not)

...

The plan worked.

(it hurts)

I’m alone again.

(i didnt want it)

I’m not as happy about that as I thought I’d be.

(i wasnt happy to begin with)

(we never were)

One time, in my freshman year of high school, there was this huge assembly that happened in the school’s auditorium. That or it was a performance of some kind, but that’s not really important.

After the “whatever it was” ended, I left with all of the other students to get back to my classroom. While I was walking into the main school building, I noticed a teeny tiny frog sitting on the ground beside some bushes. It was about the size of a thumbnail and nobody else seemed to notice it, so I went over and stood by it to make sure that no one would step on the poor thing on accident. After a while, everyone had already made their way inside the building and I was still just stood there with a tiny frog, trying to think of a way to coax the thing back into the bushes without touching it. (I touch my face a lot and the school bathrooms were terrifying, so touching things like frogs is not a good idea) 

Then, out of nowhere, the schools new principal came over and asked me what I was doing. I pointed out the frog and he kind of just stood there for a second like, “you just made yourself late to class to protect a frog?” Then he just laughed a bit, picked up the frog, and plopped the tiny thing onto some leaves in the bushes. Then he just told me to get to class before I got in trouble for being late.

Pretty mush everybody in my school hated our new principal for being a hard-ass. I, however, gave him my full support. All because he decided to help me out and rescue that tiny frog.

IT’s the little things like that that make the world seem like a better place.

He loves his chair, a little too much... (at Florida State College At Jacksonville Centers)

I have an alternative.

Instead of just telling Natsume to pretend he’s being chased, Sensei actually chased him. Or sends the dogs circle after him.

imagine there being a culture festival at natsume’s school and he gets signed up to do the baton race by nishimura because he has seen natsume run, he knows that boy will help the class win. natsume is kinda mad but then he starts worrying about not being able to pull through for his friends. he worries for weeks, and the day before the culture festival, nyanko is finally like “just pretend you’re being chased by an ayakashi and you’ll be fine.”

as it turns out, that works. way better than nyanko expected. not only does natsume help his team win, he beats the track team star’s record. the track team does not stop bothering him. for weeks.

More Yellowstone shots.

Look at this sleeping bab. He’s so adorable!