cryingoverswarto:

Some words of encouragement from mydrunkkitchen

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beyperfect:

latenightontheastronomytower:

Let’s go home.

this comes around every year and every year i cry

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Friendly reminder that anyone born between 1985-1998 didn’t get their hogwarts letter because Voldemort’s ministry wiped out the record of muggleborns

  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!

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SHE’S BACK!

She’s finally back! 

shimmies-atmidnite:

If that isn’t the most beautiful and original love story I’ve ever seen then I don’t know what is.

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lifesanemotionalrollercoaster:

c4cti:

sometimes i wake up with a very urgent thought on my mind and it’s usually pretty dumb like ‘je suis un pomme' or 'root beer fairytales' but this morning i woke up and sat there for a second and all i could think was

tis i,

the frenchiest fry

I JUST LAUGHED OUT LOUD IN CLASS

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I have one more night of sleep until she comes back!!!!!

poetrymafia:

I just found what may be the best description of Orphan Black, season one: “Sarah hopes that cleaning out a dead woman’s bank account will solve all of her problems. Instead, her problems multiply - and so does she.

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mamebig:

The best thing about meeting Hannah was that she is 100% the person you expect her to be and more, she took the time to have a conversation with everyone and complimented everyone, she didn’t want a quick ‘hello, photo, hug and bye’

(via feministprincessglitter)

shadesandgoldbullets:

rickytee:

recoverykitty:

Morning guys. I hope you remember today that if you slip up you can restart your day at any time. You don’t have to wait til the next day to start over. Just sit down, breathe for a few minutes, and start again. 

I like this. I really like this.

Reading this everyday for the weeks to come.

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gracehelbiggysmalls:

davidnailme:

I dare you not to smile.

the more you watch it the more you smile aw

gracehelbiggysmalls:

davidnailme:

I dare you not to smile.

the more you watch it the more you smile aw

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radiohosts:

Penis and XY required to be man? False.

Only things required to be a man are:image

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benjaminhargreeves:

thedoctorknits:

i-effed-it-all-up:

im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story

all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying

SOMEONE PUT IT IN WORDS THANKS YOU

Hey kids this is a symptom of depression

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One day you wake up and you’re twenty-three and you can’t remember what it feels like to be seventeen but you still cry to your Mum after a bad day and you look a little older but you don’t really feel it. One day you’re twenty-three and your great aunt is telling you how mature you look and how you grew a little taller, but inside you still remember sitting under the oak tree reading with no meetings tomorrow and no rent to pay, and the only thing you can think about is how at seventeen you thought at twenty-three you would know everything and now you can’t remember how you got from there to here, but seventeen year old you was wrong; because you only know some things and not everything.

You know that coffee tastes better in the mornings and your home isn’t your home anymore it’s ‘Mum and Dads’. You know your car needs servicing every six months and groceries are harder to do after break ups. She liked cookie dough and walnuts and strawberry flavoured milk and now every time you go to the store you can’t buy spaghetti without remembering it was a Friday night, and she kissed you for the first time and the heat from her skin could have set your entire place on fire. One day you’re twenty-three and you’re trying to explain to a seventeen year old all the mistakes you made so they won’t make them too, when all you really want is for someone to realise you still don’t have the first clue.

— one day you’re 23 - c.p  (via senhorita-agridoce)

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