#ughghgughgh

[hollywoodsargeant]

via the pirelli challenge

i'm not sure you understand how obsessed with this clip i am

[woodfrogs]

ughghgughgh i have an abstract due wednesday if i want to present somewhere so i need preliminary results by then but the thing is i have nothing. literally nothing. my simulations take so long to run (the current one will be approx 3 days and ideally i would have three of those) and i dont even know if ill get anything good out of it so best case scenario i get One set of numbers that i have to analyze in a rush on wednesday. and i couldve started this a week ago but i was trying to do something else to make my project better that would have taken a week to set up so i had to give up on it :/

hindsight is 20/20 and i really just need to stop worrying about it but man this is a bit disappointing

[sp1tballz]

ughghgughgh milen...

[longeyelashedtragedy]

--I know.--  She closed her eyes.  He kissed her on the forehead.  –It’s just hard to be here, sometimes,-- she continued.  –Stuck down here while others are fighting.  Trying to live normally while our friends are…--  Her voice trailed off.  Sometimes when they talked about their old friends her teeth hurt, as if the discussion were doing her physical harm.  She felt a tingling sensation, now, around one of her molars.

 --But there isn’t just one way to fight,-- he said, awake now.  –Think of it.  When they stuck me in that fucking prison?  Every day I heard rats scratching in the walls and I thought, This is what they want from me.  They want me to be in here when you’re looking into our baby’s eyes for the first time, they want me to waste away while the world keeps going.  I thought, you don’t deserve that kind of life.  You’re not made to be a victim.  I think moving us down here is a fight in itself.

--Yeah?

--Yeah, we fight to keep ourselves alive…to remember everyone else who also fought.

Sometimes he filled her with so much affection she wanted to scream into the clear night until the sound of her voice froze and broke and rained down in tiny pieces.

--You really are just- -- She stopped.  –I’m glad you’re still here.

Silence.  He reached clumsily underneath his sweater, pulled a flattened box of cigarettes from his shirt pocket.  He lit one, passed it to her.  His fingers smoothed the spaces between the tendons of one of her hands while she smoked with the other.  Pressed against the plaid blanket her lungs tingled.  Tobacco, a quiet savior when words froze like a cold engine. 

The spark at the end of her cigarette glowed the red of a day’s end. The lamp in the corner of the room died with a sharp pop.  The little boy stirred but did not wake up.  He took the cigarette from her, held it to his own lips.

--Fucking cheap lightbulbs.--  He rolled onto his back.  –You’re right; we could be doing better than this.  Tomorrow it will be expensive new lightbulbs and all the steak we can eat.

[hotniatheron]

men are mad cause we’d let hozier go raw 

[missgoalie75]

UGHGHGUGHGH.

[alwayssweetie-blog]

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