catherinehepburn: tiresome:onthewing:sorelativelyfucked:typewriterblues: My answer is C.

catherinehepburn:

tiresome:onthewing:sorelativelyfucked:typewriterblues:

My answer is C.

cakeface: via dropular.net

cakeface:

via dropular.net

lucyyy: (via funeralface)

lucyyy:

(via funeralface)

i think we spend too much time wondering why we’re not good enough. we spend too much time overanalyzing, over thinking, and overreacting. we waste too much time putting ourselves down, so much that we dont ever stop to see that well, WE RE GOOD ENOUGH. we spend too much time with our heads down and hearts closed, and never get a chance to look up from the ground and see that the sun is shining and tomorrow is another day. ― (via charlenedg) (via catherinehepburn)
douglasmartini: My work doesn’t allow beards. You guys don’t understand how many times I’ve threatened to leave my job because of it.

douglasmartini:

My work doesn’t allow beards. You guys don’t understand how many times I’ve threatened to leave my job because of it.

googletheparty: magicspells would do great things with these

googletheparty:

magicspells

would do great things with these

snappedcrayon: (via dirtyprettything) need this so bad.

snappedcrayon:

(via dirtyprettything)

need this so bad.

snappedcrayon: thefloralsofa: (via cacaococoa)

snappedcrayon:

thefloralsofa:

(via cacaococoa)

ofbirds: weareinfinite: likesbears: this is perfect.

ofbirds:

weareinfinite:

likesbears:

this is perfect.

Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated. ― David Foster Wallace (via tmblg) (via markn) (via synecdoche) (via ofbirds)
(via awkwardheart)

(via awkwardheart)

wasteofpaint: Unknown

wasteofpaint:

Unknown

day-breaking: (via atoms)

day-breaking:

(via atoms)

You never had a summer where you went a little crazy? Where you drank every day, or you had lots of one night stands, or you did too many drugs? Where you sunk lower than you ever thought you could? And the only reason you woke up in the morning was just so you could do it all over again? ― Jami Attenberg (via capricious) (via bon-bon)

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