upgraders:

my friend did a psychology class in high school and came to my house and diagnosed my cat with depression 

"He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it—how many stars she’d give it and why."

— Rainbow Rowell, Attachments (via sarraht)

(Source: seabois)

onehappyvegan:

People always say I have so much self control being a vegan but I don’t think the two are related at all. I have no self control and I’ll down a whole bucket of vegan ice cream in a minute. It doesn’t take self control to not want to eat the flesh or biproducts of a dead tortured innocent animal.

bitcorn:

just saw a guy wearing a nirvana t-shirt lmfao i bet cant even name three noble truths of buddhism

(Source: wars3)

"I really wondered why people were always doing what they didn’t like doing. It seemed like life was a sort of narrowing tunnel. Right when you were born, the tunnel was huge. You could be anything. Then, like, the absolute second after you were born, the tunnel narrowed down to about half that size. You were a boy, and already it was certain you wouldn’t be a mother and it was likely you wouldn’t become a manicurist or a kindergarten teacher. Then you started to grow up and everything you did closed the tunnel in some more. You broke your arm climbing a tree and you ruled out being a baseball pitcher. You failed everyday math test you ever took and you canceled any hope of ever being a scientist. Like that. On and on through the years until you were stuck. You’d become a baker or a librarian or a bartender. Or an accountant. And there you were. I figured that on the day you died, the tunnel would be so narrow, you’d have squeezed yourself in with so many choices, that you just got squashed."

— Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via ohteenscanrelate)

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