It’s been a while

I know I haven’t really posted here in a long time. In fact, I don’t even know if people follow this blog anymore but I just have the need to speak my mind today. Ever since I was a little kid I believed that as long as you were passionate people would recognize it. As long as you put your heart and soul into something you love doing, no one will stop you. And you know what, maybe I’m an idealistic person but I believe that’s the way it should work. I’m really passionate about an organization on campus and I have devoted my time ever since I was a freshman in high school to work for this cause. In return, I was given hope and a place that helped me get through some tough moments for me in my life. I was passionate about this organization and it had always been my favorite event since the day I got involved. In college I was excited to get more involved with this organization and had worked my way up to be part of my favorite part of the whole event. It was the part that meant the most to me emotionally I learned that job inside and out. I came to school this year ready to be part of this amazing organization and applied to be part of the planning team I had previously been part of, trusting that my passion and devotion would help me get the position I desired. Today I got a very heartbreaking email that I was put on the wait list for the position I loved so much. I felt like somebody slapped me in the face and stole one of the hugest things I cared about. Somebody had come between me and something I devoted my life and soul into. Sure I could have volunteer or be part of a subcommittee but I wouldn’t be doing the job that I loved ever so much. I was so shocked that my passion, love and devotion for this organization was overlooked or ignored. Call me childish, but I refused to help this years planning team this year since they stopped me from doing what I loved. I had found something that meant so much to me and it was taken from me for reasons I am not aware of. I began questioning my prior year performance but I knew I had done a pretty decent job and there had to be more to it. Right now I just feel helpless, anger and so much pain. I had to battle tears as I told my best friend what had happened… So I guess maybe my dad is right. Passion is not always appreciated. But then again, I never want to be part of an organization that doesn’t care about my passion so here’s to a new hope.



“i made these”

“i made these”

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djprincessk:

stop-hammerkind:

srsfunny:

Glass Blower: Sculpting A Horse From Molten Glass

WHAT

#this bitch just said let there be horse and there was

djprincessk:

stop-hammerkind:

srsfunny:

Glass Blower: Sculpting A Horse From Molten Glass

WHAT

#this bitch just said let there be horse and there was

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tendanceaerrer:

dear-abigail:

oh good heavens. 

If I could hope for anything close to the “perfect life” one day, this would certainly be it.

tendanceaerrer:

dear-abigail:

oh good heavens. 

If I could hope for anything close to the “perfect life” one day, this would certainly be it.

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gailsimone:

lawebloca:

Friends

I almost died just now.

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What it would look like if the Orion Nebula was a distance of 4 light years away.

What it would look like if the Orion Nebula was a distance of 4 light years away.

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sonoanthony:

this post is art 

sonoanthony:

this post is art 

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psych2go:

Visit psych2go.net for the sources and new articles.

psych2go:

Visit psych2go.net for the sources and new articles.

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marcoereus:

I’m so tired of people telling me German is an “ugly, angry” language. When my German teacher tells us jokes it’s the sweetest, happiest language in the world. When I teach my father the word for daughter he smiles, repeating “Tochter” to himself until he gets it right, and in that moment German sounds like pride. There’s nothing angry or ugly about a language that never says goodbye, only “until we meet again.”

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runninglapsaroundtheworld:

With how much criticism women face in their daily lives, you would think that women would make more of an effort to lift each other up rather than tear each other down over insignificant things.

I don’t care if you don’t like how a woman dresses or how she does her hair and makeup. You have no reason to be commenting on her appearance if it doesn’t affect you and it makes her happy.

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