I’m sick.

I have exams.

I can’t think.

My grandpa is now dying.

Jolly good then.

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galaxy-dr3ams:

A 14 years old boy got beaten half dead by his stepfather. His only fault was this that he tried to protect his little sister from being raped. Now he’s struggling for his life, but doctors say he won’t make it without a surgery. His mother doesn’t have money to pay it.tumblr donates 45cents for every sharing or reposing.

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(Mother’s Number Not Disclosed For Security Reasons)
Doctor’s Contact Number: +91 20 6721 3400
Hospital Name: Sahyadri Hospital

I want to be somebody.

I want to leave a mark.

I want to spend hours memorizing lines.

I want to spend days in front of the camera, working for the perfect scene.

I want to act my life away.

I want my outlet to be more than an outlet— I want it to be a way of life.

I want that way of life to be more than that— I want it to be my career.

Then my passion could be my career.

I’m almost waiting for a shooting star to fall from the sky and let me be in a movie.

I want this more than anything.

This is my passion.

I breath this.

I see this.

I own this.

I very well could be an actor.

narcoticnelo:

I need to drink more water.

I want to see how many people are proud of it. 

180,000+ of the population in tumblr. including me.