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okleave:

reblog and make a wish

this is my second time reblogging and my first wish came true so

i have to

why not

i did this a few days ago and it also came true, i was freaked out like fuck

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

here goes nothing
well lets see

love this

i remember a few months ago, wishing that my crush would like me back on this post
and now he’s my bf
..WISHING AGAIN. YAY

you :(

Not going to lie, I made a wish when I reblogged this this morning, and my wish came true an hour ago.

SANDWICH

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Soo… My boyfriend doesn’t really like R&B …. This hurts my soul. Am I just supposed to never sing again?

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I’ll never know if I could’ve been a star.

…I’ve always just been content fading into the background.

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Student Loans.

I don’t understand.

I started saving money when I was 7, and have been working consistently since I was 16. I paid my way through college (as much as I possibly could, at least) given my scholarships and my willingness to work 7 days a week in the sun, without lunch, whenever I was at home “on break.”

It’s been nearly a year since I have graduated, I have a job that I love that requires me to budget at least $ 160 of every pay check I receive for gas, am currently saving to send my future mother-in-law to Ireland before she loses her eyesight, and am paying for my own personal expenditures, including all health insurance. The one exception being rent. If I eat lunch at work it’s generally something cheap and brought from home.

I wake up sometime between 5-5:45 am (depending on the day of the week/traffic), leave by 7 to get to work by 9 am, and am in the office sometimes until 8: 15 pm. Normally,I’m back at home by about 9:30 pm .. leaving an hour for dinner, showering, and getting ready for bed (otherwise I’m a complete waste of life the next day at the office).

I am struggling.

I am struggling to pay off my student loans. I am driving myself crazy trying to afford all this. I don’t understand how anyone else my age is able to go live on their own and afford fancy trips to Cancun or Europe or even Las Vegas. How? HOW are you doing it?

…I just feel like I’ll never get out of this. Never.

I’ve sacrificed so much of my own personal life in the past.. I don’t want to get a second or third job. I can’t do the 24 hour schedule any more. I’ve missed too many birthdays and holidays .. and just.. every day moments to be okay with it. I need help.

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I don’t know if I hate myself more with or without the makeup.

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withlovefromdesiree:

Achilles only has 7 days to live until he is put down. He is fixed, and is located in Northern Virginia. Please, help this little one find a good home by reblogging and sending this around.
If you need any additional information, please message me ASAP.
-WLFD

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I feel like no matter how much “right” I do, or how fast I run.. I’m always so far behind.

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Most people are over the death of Whitney Houston. It still hasn’t hit me.

It may not have been my best performance, or the best rendition of any Whitney Houston song ever.. but I’m glad that for my last performance, I didn’t sell out and chose a song that means the world to me, “I Look to You.”