May 2013
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be...
– Bell Hooks (via ladiebear)
earthnation:
will u still love me when im no longer young and ok looking
yeezytaughtme:
love yourself like kanye loves himself
believe in yourself like kanye believes in himself
know you’re the shit like kanye knows he’s the shit
scrolling through tumblr for an hour and not reblogging anything is a sad day
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magicconchshell:
imagine if you went to go see a horror movie but it was just a slide show of your middle school selfies for an hour
i can’t move
When we think of the past it’s the beautiful things we pick out. We want to...
– Margaret Atwood (The Handmaid’s Tale) (via bleedingbaby)
trillow:
let me just slip into something more… comfortable *slips into bed* why are you still here
everyone: don't worry about finals. it's almost over
me: no it's not I'll probably still be alive for 60 years
worldfamousprofessor:
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student: can i borrow a pencil
teacher: i don't know, CAN you?
student: yes, also colloquial irregularities occur frequently in any language and since you and the rest of our present company understood my intended meaning being particular about the distinctions between "can" and "may" is purely pedantic and arguably pretentious
person: hey baby did it hurt when you fell from heaven
me: are you implying that i am satan
person: no, i--
me: because you're right i am
i mean the only reason i’d cry would be because gatsby and nick didn’t kiss
– marn, on the great gatsby (via skinsasalty)
glacierism:
**wears all black in 100+ degree weather**
thefriendofcats:
I’m already so bored of scituate and I’m not even in scituate yet
calm down
Feminism has fought no wars. It has killed no opponents. It has set up no...
– Dale Spender, Australian feminist scholar, teacher and writer (via a-thousand-desires)
i really enjoy that netflix is recommending me to watch suspenseful tv dramas from the 1990s
jaclcfrost:
talking to someone
talking to someone and they mention a thing you like that you didn’t know they liked or knew about
You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
– Franz Kafka (via larmoyante)