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My parents find it hard to punish me now because I literally care about nothing now

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shutupaubrey:

fuck you if you look down on kids who go to community college you have no idea what their story is so get your goddamn head out of your ass

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cjwho:

the best bookstores in the world

1. This majestic converted 1920s movie palace uses theater boxes for reading rooms and draws Thousands of tourists every year. Librería El Ateneo Grand Splendid, Buenos Aires, Argentina

2. This is the entrance of the bookstore Le Bal des Ardents in Lyon, France.

3. For those who like their green spaces (and coffee shops) to Invade their bookstores. Cafebreria El Pendulo, Mexico City, Mexico

4. The bookstore section of the larger complex dedicated to art and design certainly lives up to its mission. Corso Como Bookshop , Milan, Italy

5. Kid’s Republic Book Store in Beijing, China by Sako Architects

6. Livraria Lello & Irmão (open since 1906), Porto, Portugal

7. A gorgeous converted Dominican church gives the power of reading its due diligence. Selexyz Bookstore , Maastricht, Holland

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thatfunnyblog:

This is a great comeback
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This is a great comeback

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You forget all of it anyway. First, you forget everything you learned-the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didn’t really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your teachers, and eventually you’ll forget those, too. You forget your junior class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend’s home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. For me, it was something by Simon & Garfunkel. Who knows what it will be for you? And eventually, but slowly, oh so slowly, you forget your humiliations-even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties Who could get you pot. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.

- Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac 

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Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac (Audiobook) Here

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