mydrunkkitchen:

A gentle reminder to all those stressin’ over things you can’t change…

mydrunkkitchen:

A gentle reminder to all those stressin’ over things you can’t change…

trishisthinkingagain:

pantryraids:

dlubes:

pantryraids:

is spelt spelled spelt or spelled

spelt is spelled spelt in any nation that isn’t america but in america spelt isn’t spelled spelt it’s spelled spelled

thank you so much

I fucking love grammar.

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shadowrawrs:

strawberrydaydreams:

do you ever hate someone so much but you don’t even have a valid reason

you’re just like

no

And then they give you a reason and its like

image

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funnynameandthespacehair:

Well said.

Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”

Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via halluzinogen)

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treerings-sing:

This is perfect.

treerings-sing:

This is perfect.

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caelas:

saying feminism is unnecessary because you don’t feel oppressed is like saying fire extinguishers are unnecessary because your house isn’t on fire

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September

For the next eight weeks my life will be entirely consumed by work. If like to say that bothers me, but it might be my last and so I’m feeling pretty nostalgic.

I won’t miss having a social life, though I suspect my answer would be different if you asked me in three weeks. I’m going to miss days like today. Quiet Sundays, alone with my dog. I’ll miss cooking and cleaning and going to bed knowing that I am refreshed and in order. Until September, my home will be a mess of half eaten quick food and sweaty clothes. There will be more work to do than hours, spreadsheets all over the coffee table, and my dog will wonder who the strange woman is who feeds him every night.

For a long time, this is what my summers have looked like. But right now, it’s standing on the edge of a very tall cliff, and hoping you don’t drown once you jump.

One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’

Unknown, Humans of New York (via perfect)

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silversandwich:

Knopisms

Rules to live by.

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arthlete:

Is this the secret to a good life? Most likely. 

arthlete:

Is this the secret to a good life? Most likely. 

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