We’re genetically identical, or whatever. It’s actually kind of cool. (x)

madeupmonkeyshit:

MY TYPE OF FUCKING PARTY
TURNT THE FUCK UP

madeupmonkeyshit:

MY TYPE OF FUCKING PARTY

TURNT THE FUCK UP

(via ruinedchildhood)

departured:

finding songs from your favorite artist that you haven’t heard before

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People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do; but what they don’t know is what what they do does.
Michael Foucault (via theunquotables)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)

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In fact, in the past six weeks, the only book I’ve finished is Pietr the Latvian, the first of the Maigret novels, by Georges Simenon, and that clocks in at only 160 generously spaced pages. I’m beginning to feel desperate: I’ve never experienced a block this bad before.
If you’re like this writer, you’ve read enough by now about the scourge of writer’s block. The literature on authors having trouble producing literature is enough to sustain a whole genre by itself. Which is why it’s refreshing to read this article, which tackles another problem: the vexing, peculiar strain of overload known as reader’s block. (via millionsmillions)
itscourtoon:

walkergirl95:

Wrong Door

THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING ON THE INTERNET 

itscourtoon:

walkergirl95:

Wrong Door

THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING ON THE INTERNET 

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jjswag21:

Congratulations, you broke physics.

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offisir:

do u ever just cum and it ain’t great and ur like “ok that one was super lame”

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