The branch of mechanics dealing with the study of the motion of a body or a system of bodies without consideration given to its mass or the forces acting on it.
"motion without a cause"
I’m glad I don’t go to Jersey Mike’s in Sumter, seriously.
Everything’s all effed up now /:
Oh Yeah! Springbreak at Myrtle Beach! YEAH! :D
i really like that we didn’t do anything when we slept together,
and it was like the best weekend of senior year.
you keep me on my toes,
& i kindof like it ;)
i guess i might have a valentine after all (:
i freaking love my new jacket,
& obviously i have a thing for anchors,
they make me feel kindof like a badass ;D ahaha
I’m at the point in my life, where literally I’m torn and I have no idea what to do.
I can either move to Virginia and have my dad and stepmom adopt me and risk everything that i have/had going for me for college or stay in South Carolina and be miserable till i graduate and fight with my mom on a regular basis. I know though that if I leave it would hurt my mom SO much, even though she’s tried kicking me out more times than I could count on one hand. If I stay, things won’t get better but they won’t get worse. If I go, I’ll be in a better family environment, I’ll be in a better school environment, I’ll have a better job, a car, I’d be elligble to try out for the soccer team there, but I could potentially destroy my chances of getting a soccer scholarship and graduating on time and I also wouldn’t be walking across the stage with my twin sister which is a really big deal for me since we’re so close.
I have three days to make a decision, and it’s do or die.
I feel like this decision is going to stick with me for the rest of my life, and when I look back on it I don’t want to remember how much I regret not doing the right thing.
I just wish I knew what that was.
new hoodie: “these are our glory days”
oh & i got my belly button pierced ;]
*Sidenote: i have a scratch on my stomach from my little brother grabbing the ring and trying to yank it out haha,
he’s one and the cutest thing in the world!
I just told my best friend that I smoked weed multiple times during february last year and I got wasted off tequila on prom night,
And it’s pathetic that I’m telling him a year after it happened.
He’s acting like it’s okay, but I know he’s not okay with it.
I’m not okay with it.
When we first met he told me how he doesn’t have respect for people who drink and do drugs, and how can be any different from any of them?
My fear kept me from telling him, but now I just changed his entire outlook of me and he says it’s okay but it’s not OK.
I’m disgusted and ashamed of myself that I was even capable of doing any of those things, and I know he is too ):
definitly rocking some sweats and addidas right now,
and to work.
yeah, i’m badass.