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"My goal has always been not to look forward to the next thing, but to relish and celebrate the successes I have at the moment."
OH GOD I’M IN YEAR 13 I FEEL YOUR PAIN I FEEL IT
YOU SHALL GET THROUGH IT LIKE I DID
I BELIEVE IN YOU
bleh, ucas is what people in the uk use to apply for universities. It’s time consuming where you have to upload all your details online, including everything you’ve ever done in education (including all the different qualifications you have and all the details on each and every one of them including awarding bodies, dates of when you received it and the like) and then you have to make a personal statement which is even more annoying where you have to brag about yourself and somehow make all the subjects you’re doing relate to what you want to do at uni.
And then you have the painful time over months after you have submitted your application to uni’s to see whether they will accept you (where you constantly check each day to see whether you have a reply yet) and then you have to wait till you get your grades and go back to ucas to see whether they still accept you.
It’s super stressful and annoying and in the last year of school it’s all teachers talk about- ucas this, ucas points that (with some of our uni’s, they turn all your grades into points and you have to achieve so many to be accepted).
Basically, everyone in the uk who has ever had to go through ucas hates it and feels my pain
Well the night I think is darker, we can really say,
God’s been living in that ocean, sending us all the big waves
And I wish I was a sailor so I could know just how to trust
Maybe I could bring some grace back home to dry land for each of us
let me provide a series of words which will strike fear into the hearts of all of my british followers
- sixth form
- I’m good at it; I think, and uh… I just… I enjoy it. You know? I like getting to know clients, I like finding out their secrets. Kind of, like, a… private detective? Or a priest. Ish. Just with, like, better underwear. And just loads and loads of sex.
- Is it really that simple?
- Well, I never said it was simple.
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I wouldn’t ask if I needed it and if you do go ahead and click one of those pages, thank you so so much and I hope you have a lovely day. It is super super appreciated!!
And if you don’t want to, just ignore this message and I hope you have a lovely day regardless.
For the wonderful Meg.
Cas isn’t sure how it happens, he’s barely keeping his eyes open as it is but when the angel in front of him stills, his jaw going slack, Cas has just enough energy to lift his head and pay attention. Even with his vision blurry, he watches the angel’s eyes burn bright and Castiel remembers hazily that he’s human now and he manages to shut his eyes just in time before the grace burns bright and then into nothing.
Cas’ eyes snap back open and he wonders whether his mind is playing tricks on him, whether the torturing has gone so far that his mind has been broken along with his skin. Because there in front of him is Dean, Dean who has a panicked, but almighty pissed expression on his face.
“D-Dean?” Cas asks, his voice slurring, mouth filled with his own blood.