So I want to get a couple of cheap bean bags for a corner in my classroom. I don’t want to spend much money but I want to make my room cozy and make it feel like home.
And ideas on where I can find cheap bean bags.
Or any alternative ideas?
current mood: baby yoshi from super mario world
my hobbies include eating and complaining that i’m getting fat
me when buying something over $10: do i need this? do i need any material objects? will this matter when i face the great abyss?
My classroom is bare and I’m poor. I need ideas.
do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals
it’s called makeup
you can put eyeliner on a frat boy that doesn’t change the fact that’s he’s wearing a neon muscle shirt and nike flip flops
when McGonagall finds out that Ginny is pregnant, and that the Weasley and Potter bloodlines will converge, she marks on her calender the day the child will turn 11 and that is the day she retires
First, I am not the lorax, I do not speak for all runners. But I can speak for my runner’s high:
They say when you’re running, you’re flying. The total length of time your feet touch the pavement is less than when they are both in the air.
When I’m running, my soul grows wings. It is a simple, fierce action in which I am alive. Each footstep is a strike against the pavement, a strike against my anxiety, a sword’s plunge into my depression. When I lace up my shoes, I am in total control.
For a mile or ten, no one can tell me what to do. Words are mere ghosts, whispers nipping at my heels. The only goals and expectations that exist are my own.
Life moves fast. But when you’re running, you’re faster.
It’s a race between me and Father Time. He knocks his scepter against the clock with my steps. I am chasing youth and with each knock of the clock, a lifetime falls.
When I lace up, it’s a dance. A waltz between me and the sun. A loving warmth, a cosmic embrace. It’s a rain dance in which vitality and zeal fall from the sky and bathe me with beautiful intentions. It is an upbeat tune, my heart racing and keeping time.
Some say running makes you feel like a bird, free and boundless. Some say it makes you feel like a ferocious feline, nimble and deadly.
But running makes me feel human.
So unapologetically and completely human.
And in that mile or ten, I feel limitless and free. But most of all…
I feel alive.