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Hi, my name is Laura. Pleased to meet you! Ask away!

acts of desperation

lamenting the fact that my skin is ombre, ranging from tan shins, to pale thigh tops stomach and chest and tan arms, I have gone and done something foolish. 

I used tanning lotion.  this is going to be so bad. I can feel the awful streaks forming already.  

damn it. 

There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.

—Lemony Snicket 

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aimlessme asked: What the devil will you be doing for NASA?

nothing remotely exciting or interesting. haha.  just research on old internship programs and how effective they were in helping those people find jobs. 

so not rocket science.  

NASA internship

aww yeah.  

so I think that’s my next summer sorted. 

and $5,000 doesn’t sound too bad for ten weeks work. 

I loathe when people think that I’m shy rather than introverted. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being shy, I’m just not, and they are two separate things. People cajoling me into social situations try to assure me that I “don’t have to talk to everyone” or that “everyone will love me.”

Bitch, of course they will like me. I am delightful. I just find prolonged social interactions to be extremely exhausting.

—Comment by popculturemulcher in the article I’m Not a Miserable Bitch, I’m Just an Introvert

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