Did someone say… chocolate?
WHY IS THERE NO RECIPE SOURCE
- Oreo mousse
- Peanut butter cup brownies
- Ice cream ball fondue
- Peanut butter oreo cupcakes
- Brooklyn blackout cake
- Pomegranate and chocolate dessert
You’re welcome ~
What students call it: Being burnt out from searching for colleges and applying to colleges and searching for scholarships and applying for scholarships and writing 50 essays and trying to keep track of it all so you don't miss a deadline or send the wrong essay to the wrong place. Not falling asleep until 2 am because you're worried and nervous and stressed out about college and scholarships and the fact that in less than 6 months you're going to be surrounded by entirely new people and you're going to actually have to act like an adult and take care of yourself and your life is going to completely change. Being stressed out because you need to keep up with school in order to get into college, but not being able to keep up because you're overwhelmed with college, and stressing about that on top of everything else. Don't forget it's your last year of high school and you're supposed to be "making the most of it" and "having fun" and if you don't you know you'll regret it after it's over, and you're stressing about that on top of every other piece of shit you have to deal with, so it's no wonder you don't get all your school work done.
What teachers call it: Senioritis.
This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)
#yolo, #yolo, the pirate’s life for me
"When I got my first cat, it changed me. There is something about holding a cat that makes your anger melt away. And if someone does something that upsets me—I have to remember my cat. I can’t keep my cat if I get into trouble.”
"I asked if Major Cabanaw had concerns for the safety of the cats. “Of course, we always want to ensure the safety of the cats, and the staff is great about keeping an eye out for them. But mostly, it’s the offenders keeping them safe. I have never once seen an offender kill his own cat. We screen them to be sure they have no history of animal abuse. But I’ll tell you this, there was a guy killed in here because he had spit soda pop onto someone else’s cat.”"
Weeping eyes from crying every night
Tired of life and wishing she was dead
Curly hair and a smile
Because she knows she can overcome it
Full of life, knowing that she can do this.
Hair in a messy bun, goofy smile on her face
Because she’s genuinely laughing again.
Because she figured out she’s the only one who could save herself.
And she made it.