rustedknees:

the more I think about it, the more I realize that 2009 me would be pretty scared/intimidated by 2014 me and that’s what counts

(via joshpeck)

etheral-merkabah:

blazepress:

Love at first sight is dangerous.

This is so cool.

(via mynameschai)

Timestamp: 1411501931

etheral-merkabah:

blazepress:

Love at first sight is dangerous.

This is so cool.

(via mynameschai)

shinebrightlikeafrankiebb16:

Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.

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telapathetic:

ireland is my favourite place in the world

(Quelle: telapathetic, via joshpeck)

Timestamp: 1411501832

telapathetic:

ireland is my favourite place in the world

(Quelle: telapathetic, via joshpeck)

(Quelle: dreamjerky, via joshpeck)

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fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

(via u-had-me-at-no-jimmy-protested)

Timestamp: 1411501675

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

(via u-had-me-at-no-jimmy-protested)

dirtylittlechemist:

poyzn:

Animals that are patiently awesome.

Oh the last one!!

(via u-had-me-at-no-jimmy-protested)

Timestamp: 1411501513

dirtylittlechemist:

poyzn:

Animals that are patiently awesome.

Oh the last one!!

(via u-had-me-at-no-jimmy-protested)