A Lifetime of Adventures

"Actually, the best gift you could have given her was a lifetime of adventures..."
-- Alice in Wonderland
He used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via n-ymphes)

Don’t forget to blow sh*t up.


Don’t forget to blow sh*t up.

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'hey whats up?'

'your time talking to me' 


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this eases the entire fuck out of my mind.

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Thank God we can’t tell the future. We’d never get out of bed.
Barbara, August: Osage County

The Daily Show (05.12.14) #BringHomeOurGirls

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States that Celebrate Confederate Memorial Day or Robert E. Lee’s Birthday

states to avoid

Lmao Louisiana is just like “naaah I ain’t tryna fuxk with y’all”

I was born and raised in North Carolina and I’ve never heard of this…

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teacher: I’m really disappointed that you failed the test


My entire college career.

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Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.

my life motto

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I have spent my life searching for a place to fit in.
I have wasted years on not trying things I should’ve
so I would have someone to say, “I accept you for who you are”,
but now I understand that it is conditional.
It’s “I accept you so long you look and act like me”,
it’s college campuses full of kids with laughs that sound like the groans of hell,
it’s high schools with puppets and textbooks,
it’s churches with hands stained in prayers and unanswered consciences.
It’s spilling your guts in a wastebasket
and listening to music you don’t enjoy.
It’s trying so hard not to be different in a bad way.

I have spent too much time and money on a life that I didn’t really want
that I picked up by the critical eyes of my peers.
It’s the empty halls of recreational centers,
it’s the quiet.

Here’s the thing: if someone doesn’t love you for the music you like, the clothes you feel comfortable in, the gender you love, the scars you have on your body,
they aren’t worth the change.

If you like the top 40’s, then listen to the top 40’s.
If your arms are knotted from self harm, don’t hide beneath sweaters.
Let the sun kiss them, let the stars wash them. It’s not “fishing for attention”, it’s unapologetic, it’s real,
I don’t care what your classmates tell you.

If you feel comfortable in less clothes, then be comfortable in less clothes.
If you feel comfortable in more clothes, then be comfortable in more.
If you want tattoos, get tattoos.
If you want to wear black every day, then wear it every day.

If you are gay, then you have the same human right to love who you want to
regardless of who tells you that you are wrong.
If you are sad, you owe no explanations. You owe no smiles.

The ones that judge you aren’t enough for you to walk on coals for their entertainment. Nothing is.

Here’s the thing: those kinds of people don’t want to see you as a better version of yourself,
but as a worse version of themselves.

You deserve better than that.

Belonging belongs to you || Scarlette La Vaillante (via scarlettethewriter)


This is the best.