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Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever.

andletliveagain:

Sometimes the most unexpected things happen with the most unexpected people, but that’s what I love about life. It’s weird that you can find something good has been there all along without really realizing it before. You focus so much on the people that don’t treat you right, that you forget to fully appreciate the people that do. Finally coming to notice this is one of the most important things ever.

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Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.
Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch (via psych-facts)

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Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.
Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via larmoyante)

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kanrose:

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insidemymmind:

Okay, so in Science class yesterday we were talking about sleep cycles and melatonin and my science teacher said, “if you’re trying to sleep, avoid one colour. Blue. Your melatonin levels decrease when looking at the colour blue because it’s the colour of the sky.” GUYS, I KNOW WHY NONE OF US SLEEP. TUMBLR IS BLUE.

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THE JIG IS UP, YOU SNEAKY BASTARDS. WE’RE ONTO YOU.

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z1c:

being 20+ on tumblr

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Call a boy a gentleman and watch his shoulders straighten. Call a girl a lady and watch her spirit turn graceful. Humanity was brought into existence by God speaking words into the void of the universe. We tend to become what we are called.

The Medicine of Hope (via thisfragilerose)

One of the most powerful quote I read.

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postmodernism:

I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.

postmodernism:

I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.

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