Nobody drinks a bottle of vodka for fun, and that’s a damn fact.
The most sober thing a drunk person could say (via

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The finished product of my tissue paper flower wall! I made a lot of different sizes of flowers, then laid them on the floor in the pattern I wanted. Then with some assistance, I was able to tack them to the wall. 
I absolutely love how it turned out! 

Someone help me do
I feel so fucking tired of myself lately.
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"Perhaps the only difference between me and other people is that I’ve always demanded more from the sunset. More spectacular colors when the sun hit the horizon. That’s perhaps my only sin."
Nymphomaniac (2013)
Directed by: Lars von Trier

Being 18 is strange. You know you’re 18. Popular mythologies dictate someday you’ll look back and romanticize being 18. So you know you’re supposed to be living out some kind of idealized freedom. But being 18, you’re able to block out that pressure of expectation and get on with the business of idealized freedom. Or is that just how i now remember being 18, lens smeared with vaseline? I think even the deep confusion of being 18 felt good, romantic somehow.

You don’t know yet that being 19 is stranger and 21 stranger still and from now on every day will seem stranger than the day before until suddenly you’re 30 then 35 and you’re divorced and broke and some people you know die and everyone else has babies both of which reveal life to be truly but a dream and you have no choice but to continue and the shit job you had is the shit job you still have and you wonder if people don’t age like Russian dolls, each year a shell over the last restricting access to past senses of wonder and the hangovers are worse and hardly make hanging out at all seem worth it and if you drink now you’re just another drinking jerk and if you still smoke pot now you’re some adult drug-addict which is very different than being a daring young psychonaut and the impossible trick becomes learning how to best tread all the strangeness which gets stranger every day in a manner that suits you personally. And personally, i am still working on it. But i figure continuing to work on it is my only option.

Tim Kinsella

(I cannot explain to you how much this bums me out especially with my 19th birthday being in less than a week)

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"The heart is not like a box that gets filled up; it expands in size the more you love." 
Her (dir. Spike Jonze, 2013)


please don’t stop being my friends please


Do you ever feel like shit and that you should care about whats going on but you just don’t? 

Because thats been me all day.

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No Handed Bike Club Iron On Patch // $6

October | 2013

A Beauty Just There, Hilda Olifia photographed by Adi Prawira
It’s funny
how we’d go back
and do the same thing
all over again
even if it will hurt;
even when the wounds
will be brutal
and the gashes
take too long
to heal,
there are some things
we would repeat again
and again,
in a heartbeat.
That is how much
you are worth
to me.

A Story A Day #254 by Ming D. Liu 

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