I'm Claire and I don't know what I'm doing.

"Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark."
N’tima  (via artistsuffer)

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george0malley:

embarrassing parts of books are a million times worse than embarrassing parts of movies i’ve decided because you can’t look away or cover your face until it’s over you have no choice but to pay attention and endure that secondhand embarrassment with them

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pleurphoria:


hashtagmeow:

failureuponfailure:

backyardskills:

one of my all time favourite photos

its back

so don’t even tell me i matter, because i don’t.

oh how wrong you all are.
every word we utter and every action we make has an impact on everyone on this earth.
something as small as the flutter of a butterfly’s wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world.
everything is connected and everything matters. there’s not an atom in our bodies that has not been forged in the furnace of the sun.
and… we are all related. every single one of us has ascended from the same human beings.
we are family. we are one with the sun. we are one with the moon. we are one with the sea. we are one with the earth. we are one with nature.
punpun-kirakira:

patrickat:

nihilisticc:

So my parents just found out about my fourteen year old brother smoking weed because they found this on his window ledge. So in the middle of a huge lecture my dad decides to open the Baggie and smell it to see how strong it is. He immediately starts crying with laughter. THIS NIGGA HAS BEEN BUYING AND SMOKING FUCKING OREGANO. FUCKIN ITALIAN HERBS. SON. I CAN’T. I CANNOT. I CAN’T DO THIS.

This isn’t funny. That’s the gateway drug to a full blown marinara addiction. It’s good this was caught before this kid started hanging out at Olive Garden and sucking on every breadstick he can find to score another hit.

IT GOT BETTER.

winking-skeever:

Is anyone else weirdly self-conscious about wiper blade speed? Like, I’m always afraid that I’ll have them set too fast for the amount of rain happening, and people will look at me and judge me like “lol omg bitch be tryin 2 hard”

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