1. mylifeaskriz:

    ruineshumaines:

    Liz Climo on Tumblr.

    this really cheered me up

  2. Sometimes, I really wish I was a painter, or an artist of some kind, so that I could put the image of that very specific moment in time on paper.

    To this day, whenever I get upset, or the anxiety starts to take over, all I have to do is think back to that particular moment, even if just for a few seconds, and remember the overwhelming sense of relief and happiness I felt. Nothing has ever compared to that morning.

    I literally can remember everything. The temperature in the room, the smells, the sounds, what I was wearing… it’s like it was yesterday. And anytime I hear that one song…I’m back in that room.

    I just wish I could get it on paper. But I guess it wouldn’t even really compare. I’ll just have to stick to the memory. And I’m okay with that.


    …I hope you all enjoyed that extremely vague, 1am, Cara-is-sleep-deprived post.

  3. rochellek1994:

    smileprettybaby:

    missmirandaaraee:

    omg

    The rot just looks at the pit like “you gunna say me right?”
    And then looks so happy that the pit did.

    This describes me and my best friend.

    (Source: premium-gifs)

  4. (Source: bricesander)

  5. estebanwaseaten:

    estebanwaseaten:

    (Source: tastefullyoffensive)

  6. everythingscenic:

    A Quiet Place. Andrew Lieberman.

    New York City Opera.

  7. When I notice that my boyfriend has started doing shots with his friends

    whatshouldwecallme:

    sost

    Dying.

  8. everythingscenic:

    Macbeth 1969. Mimi Lien.

    Longwharf Theatre.

    Holy shit.

  9. iraffiruse:

    Frozach Submitted