thepensivebrony: “you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you” finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway.– (via untitledlight)
Wore my hair in a braid today, and one of my coworkers asked what tribe I’m in because I apparently look “way Indian” with my hair braided. SIGH.
if you say my name 3 times in front of a mirror at midnight ill appear and probably pet your animals and tell you you look really pretty and then take some stuff from your fridge and leave
I’m not entirely sure why half of the men I (un) follow feel the need to bitch about “women” and “girls” quite so often. Like, you realize that a good bit of your followers are women and your passive aggressive sexism is entirely not cute, right?
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.– Uma Thurman (via htaed)
abiit-excessit-evasit-erupit: afuriousmiscellany: If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex. Yup. ...
Only in America can you be pro-death penalty, pro-war, pro-unmanned drone bombs,...– John Fugelsang (via ihatenietzsche)
multipack: row row row your boat gently away from me
Her heart was beating madly, but still that awful clarity informed the world....– Stephen King. “The Dark Tower IV: Wizard And Glass”. (via fuckyeah-unclesteve)
I don't always get dressed up, but when I do...
I have literally nowhere to go.
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I...– Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul (via larmoyante)
All night I have slept with you next to the sea, on the island. Wild and sweet...– Pablo Neruda, from “Night on the Island”, in “Love Poems”, translated by Donald D. Walsh (via mitochondria)
So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for...– Jorge Luis Borges (via melancholyquotes)