full of shenanigans

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.
Ask me anything

texasenchantment:

The fact that I’m legally an adult is hysterical

the-inspired-lesbian:

Can we just take a moment to talk about how much respect I have for Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt for allowing their daughter Shiloh to dress and look like a boy because that’s what she wants? These high profile, constantly being watched by the world people, are letting their daughter express herself exactly how she wants - even though it goes against EVERY hetero-normative social norm. 

People always joke about how many kids they have, but you know what? They know how to be good parents, so I am glad they are raising lots of little people. 

(Source: mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.

John GreenThe Fault in Our Stars (via feellng)

misha-let-me-touch-your-assbutt:

superwholockian-writer:

misha-let-me-touch-your-assbutt:

Walking into school: 

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Logging into tumblr: 

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#this is too accurate

WoAH WHAT i MadE ThiS HolY nOTES

sovji:

*steals ur credit card*

hasta la visa

(Source: sovji-moved)

I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.

Stephen ChboskyThe Perks of Being a Wallflower (via feellng)

seriousjones:

hi everyone, it’s dorothy gale from kansas, and i nominate the wicked witch of the west for the ice bucket challenge

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via dissapolnted)

backhomeinbromont:

Aymen Tsouri

Aymen Tsouri and Lamborghini Winner of the CCI*** Grand Prix at the International Bromont, Quebec Canada. July, 2014

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via feellng)

You can’t just make me different and then leave.

 Looking for Alaska, John Green (via dissapolnted)

flowury:

i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe

(Source: flowury)

It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.

J.K. Rowling (via dissapolnted)

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