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minasouk:

I advise you to not knock the fuck out while studying.

Here’s a tip. Burt’s Bees Chapstick. 

You won’t be calling me weird after you try this. But when your eyes are tired and are about to give out on you, just apply gently on your eyelid. Careful to not be too close to your eyes and don’t apply too much. Just a few dabs. Apply under your lids if you feel like you need it. Trust me, it will wake you up and surprisingly relieve you as well. Oh and it also works for headaches, just apply it on your temple. It won’t make it go away but make you feel better just for a bit.

Perfect for: Reading, studying, pulling an all nighter, and even playing video games.

P.S. I’ve only tried with this Burt’s Bees exact in the photo above. I’m not sure if the other types will work.

(Source: carpeomina)

Unspoken words through the price of ignorance. Don’t drop two cents because your talk is only worth no value, not enough to even be heard. No one likes two cents. People like real talk. And real talk consists of honesty and the bravery to speak words without fear of having your words twisted around.  No matter how carefully your choose your words or how carefully you state it, some fool is gunna spit those words right back into your mouth wishing you never said it. But if you want to be heard without being cut or pushed around, you put that foot down and say everything and make it bold and clear. That real talk can’t be referred to fake talk if you make your words loud enough for a person to respect you and your words.

minasouk:

And there was laced emotions intertwined with the beauty of his Earth. Envisioned emancipation as I read between the lines immensely at bright eyes of a mans rebirth. He stood tall and dark in a room full of light. Stranded threads of abandoned stories scarred in his heart shown on his arms. Endless storms and struggles reaching havoc passing traffic. Des gens pass by, looked right into his charms, looked right pass by his mirror unalarmed of his true nature. This game he played, pleading for the easy way out escaping this creature. Blind sighted young man, wreckless and out of control. Took the booze, and another love pyscle to be proclaimed into cycles of repetitive emotions to let loose. Got himself begging, begging, begging please for a manifest, for some form of enlightment, but all he does is ingest sorrow, not wanting to live another tomorrows fake fulfillment. So he journeyed to the end of the circle, crashed into an invisible arrest, just needing another rest to pass this test. This meaning he questions life to be.

Ever inviting Mr. Vise Versa, annoyed to give a fuck or a damn. Eye to eye effortless between two brick walls, stubborn to take a chance within a risk, and who are we to give? And if life doesn’t seem to have a light, you could at least say it was a fight well fought that was well taught to turn around, never too late to excuse to not frustrate, to misuse narcotics to escape to the world of hypnotic trances from reality cause you will always be given chances. And I’m telling you now, please don’t go, and I will repeat myself once again, please don’t go.

(Source: carpeomina)

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