Everything you love is here
Home will always looks a bit like this and be in St. Augustine.
10 Things that I’m hoping to do in 2012…
- I will not procrastinate.
- I will pretend that aforementioned is truthful.
- I will go to the gym more.
- I’ll go to bed at a more reasonable than 3 am.
- I will get up after the 1st alarm instead of the 5th.
- I will hang out with people other than my roommate.
- I will not eat junk food.
- I affirm that number 7 is a lie.
- I will work on my novel more.
- I will read more
This is my college.
It is pretty much a castle. My dorm room is in the building closest to you.
So if you visit me in St. Augustine, I shall show you my castle.
This is the lobby.
This is the entrance to the dining hall/entrance to female dorms:
This is the dining hall:
So yeah. It’s a castle.
This lovely weeping angel is set up in the window of my dorm room. As it turns out, it is able to quite easily spy into my Modern Poetry class across the way.
National Coming Out Day 2013 at Flagler College: A Success
We had a great time all day, meeting students and professors of all ages and sexualities.
With the boards, we originally wanted to have students send out encouraging messages to everyone taking the plunge, but we even had students use the boards to be the way they outed themselves! It was just a really great experience and we will definitely be doing this again next year.
All of the photos will be posted on our facebook as soon as possible!
On the steps of Ponce at Flagler College.
"Tumblr is a hate-free environment!"
So i have this giant pencil right
I think we all know where this is going.
when u see people having fun and you want to join but ur just like
I relate to this so hard it’s upsetting me
well if this doesn’t prove it idk what does
To donate £5 to the charity supporting the male victims of domestic abuse, text the message: MKDV46 to 70070
At first I though this was a joke
Don’t ignore this Tumblr
Yet they still do even when it’s right in their face.
This reminds me of how a friend of mine was abused by the mother of his child. She was mentally unstable and used to berate him constantly and would smack him in the head all the time. It really pissed me off. Then one night she threw hot coffee in his face and tried to stab him with a screwdriver. The cops hauled him off to jail because she made up a sob story that painted herself as the victim.
Once he left her, he stayed with me and it was a nightmare. She stalked him and me. She would drive by my house obsessively at all hours of the day and night (her muffler made a weird sound so I know it was her). She started showing up at my job, showing up at the places I frequented around town, and filling up my voicemail with dead air. The cops were no help.
One day she got bold enough to talk her way into my home by conning my elderly grandmother, whom I was taking care of, while I was out. She went in my room and went through my stuff (creepy), then found him napping on the couch and attacked him. My grandmother witnessed the whole thing. He grabbed her by the arms, forced her out the front door, and locked it. The cops were called again. They said they’d go and ‘talk’ to her.
The next day we were watching a movie and there was a knock at the door. The police had come to arrest him. She filed a complaint against him and shown off some bruises on her arms from the altercation that she swore were completely unprovoked. My grandmother saw the whole thing since she was in the living room too and testified on his behalf. He still ended up serving jail time.
No one takes male domestic violence victims seriously. They only see males as perpetrators.