1. No adult knows what they’re doing. No adult is actually an adult. An adult is just somebody who has been left home alone for far too long.
    Reblogged from: itsamequoteo
  2. Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.
    Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via studentsoup)
    Reblogged from: healthyamanda991
  3. I’m hoping this is christiannovelli-speak for “I have been to the post office and mailed the books.” Perhaps it was a blustery day and the postal clerk was a bit rude? I’m super excited to get a copy to carry around and doodle in and highlight and read to ducks at the pond. Ducks will totally get Christian. I’m sure of it. 

    I’m hoping this is christiannovelli-speak for “I have been to the post office and mailed the books.” Perhaps it was a blustery day and the postal clerk was a bit rude? I’m super excited to get a copy to carry around and doodle in and highlight and read to ducks at the pond. Ducks will totally get Christian. I’m sure of it. 

  4. odins-one-eyed-fuck:

    isthisusernametakenyet:

    I support Farming.

    In fact, you could call me

    image

    WOW

    Yes. I’m fine with this. Fine. 

    Reblogged from: danieljlayton
  5. It’s nice when someone remembers small details about you.
    Reblogged from: lithe-sadie
  6. allthingsmail:

On letter writing by Lord Byron

    allthingsmail:

    On letter writing by Lord Byron

    Reblogged from: allthingsmail
  7. To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves – there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect.
    Reblogged from: austinkleon
  8. allthingsmail:

    baby-make-it-hurt:

    hektikk:

    officialswagmom:

    hes reading the biology book upside down 

    Donald Glover is a king

    Best character ever

    Call your penpal.

    Reblogged from: allthingsmail
  9. brinepools:

    reasons I can relate to a possum:

    -tired & unkempt, smells weird
    -emotions ranging from “displeased” to “existential scream”
    -no work ethic
    -lies around looking dead when overwhelmed
    -will eat trash & live amongst trash if left to own devices
    -sometimes you feel bad and feed it a sandwich

    Reblogged from: catwytch
  10. eh whatever it’ll be fine
    me right before making a horrible decision (via meloetta)
    Reblogged from: catwytch
  11. elsie-h-effin:

Dreaming of rain here in SoCal.

    elsie-h-effin:

    Dreaming of rain here in SoCal.

    Reblogged from: elsie-h-effin
  12. I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
    Ferdinand de Saussure (via wordsnquotes)
    Reblogged from: catwytch
  13. actualjainasolo:

    darshanapathak:

    Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything

    image

    Reblogged from: catwytch
  14. tropicalfruitbabe:

    *doesn’t check bank account*
    *pretends everything is fine*

    Reblogged from: camihealing
  15. Please enjoy a still of jackhoward from slomozovo's Jack vs. The Sand. 2010. I found this picture in a random folder in my computer. Why was it there? Not sure. thedeandobbs is my favourite of Jack and Dean, so sad Jack here is a bit of a mystery.* Cute though, yeah? But it got me thinking. Can we get melodramatic and wistful for a second, here? 
This young man just liked writing sketches and making videos with his friends. I’m not sure he ever thought that one day Hollywood people would know his name, that he’d play Reading Festival, and co-direct something amazing like Project: Library. Maybe, though. He’s a bit cocksure, our Jack. 
Here’s a suggestion for you, particularly if you’re young. It takes confidence to do creative things. There’s self-doubt, and critical people, and it’s entirely too easy to give up and stop playing. But if you enjoy doing creative things, don’t stop doing them. Write, paint, play an instrument, sing, act, vlog, sculpt, take photos, cook, craft, cosplay, go on adventures, make soap, grow bonsai. Just don’t stop. And when it comes time to have to make a living, do what you need to do to continue doing what you love. If that means working in a bookshop to be able to pay for acting lessons, do that. If it means working in a call center to save up to see your favourite opera singer perform in Italy, do that. Some folks are lucky (skill helps, too) and are able to do what they love doing creatively for a living. But please don’t fall for the myth of adulthood that says creativity is best left to children and “proper” artists. Creativity is enriching, makes memories, is valuable to personal growth, can be a spiritual experience, and it is 100% ok for it to be a priority. Don’t let anyone tell you different. /rant
Practice means progress when it comes to doing creative things. Here’s a link to The Last Supper sketch (2014) where you can see an older, more complexly sad Jack. No spoilers but I lost it at 4:06. Lost. It.
*I’m 78.6% kidding. I find it extremely easy to poke fun at Jack despite my fondness for him. It’s like how you can’t articulate your sincerity to someone until after you’ve gotten drunk together and brawled to bleeding in the alley behind the bar. I busted your lip, you broke my rib. “I love you, man!” 

    Please enjoy a still of jackhoward from slomozovo's Jack vs. The Sand. 2010. I found this picture in a random folder in my computer. Why was it there? Not sure. thedeandobbs is my favourite of Jack and Dean, so sad Jack here is a bit of a mystery.* Cute though, yeah? But it got me thinking. Can we get melodramatic and wistful for a second, here? 

    This young man just liked writing sketches and making videos with his friends. I’m not sure he ever thought that one day Hollywood people would know his name, that he’d play Reading Festival, and co-direct something amazing like Project: Library. Maybe, though. He’s a bit cocksure, our Jack. 

    Here’s a suggestion for you, particularly if you’re young. It takes confidence to do creative things. There’s self-doubt, and critical people, and it’s entirely too easy to give up and stop playing. But if you enjoy doing creative things, don’t stop doing them. Write, paint, play an instrument, sing, act, vlog, sculpt, take photos, cook, craft, cosplay, go on adventures, make soap, grow bonsai. Just don’t stop. And when it comes time to have to make a living, do what you need to do to continue doing what you love. If that means working in a bookshop to be able to pay for acting lessons, do that. If it means working in a call center to save up to see your favourite opera singer perform in Italy, do that. Some folks are lucky (skill helps, too) and are able to do what they love doing creatively for a living. But please don’t fall for the myth of adulthood that says creativity is best left to children and “proper” artists. Creativity is enriching, makes memories, is valuable to personal growth, can be a spiritual experience, and it is 100% ok for it to be a priority. Don’t let anyone tell you different. /rant

    Practice means progress when it comes to doing creative things. Here’s a link to The Last Supper sketch (2014) where you can see an older, more complexly sad Jack. No spoilers but I lost it at 4:06. Lost. It.

    *I’m 78.6% kidding. I find it extremely easy to poke fun at Jack despite my fondness for him. It’s like how you can’t articulate your sincerity to someone until after you’ve gotten drunk together and brawled to bleeding in the alley behind the bar. I busted your lip, you broke my rib. “I love you, man!” 

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