My Epic Quarter-Life Crisis
10:07pm lol…gruesome! 

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dyna223:

rofl

I’m not even sorry to reblog.

lol…gruesome! 

allthosemeanlooks:

dyna223:

rofl

I’m not even sorry to reblog.

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9:58pm

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9:53pm fullfigurefantasy:

Fat and adorable.

fullfigurefantasy:

Fat and adorable.

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9:52pm fuckyeahvintage-retro:

An exhausted student gives up. Connecticut, 1947

fuckyeahvintage-retro:

An exhausted student gives up. Connecticut, 1947

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9:48pm plusmodelmagazine:

Great quote - Dalai Lama
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plusmodelmagazine:

Great quote - Dalai Lama

Daringcoco.tumblr.com

12:10am tattoolit:

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. 
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. 
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. 
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. 
I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. 
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. 
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. 
No rhetoric, no tremolos, 
no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. 
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. 
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. 
So throw away your baggage and go forward. 
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, 
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. 
That’s why you must walk so lightly. 
Lightly my darling, 
on tiptoes and no luggage, 
not even a sponge bag, 
completely unencumbered.” 
― Aldous Huxley, Island

tattoolit:

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. 

Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. 

Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. 

Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. 

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. 

Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. 

When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. 

No rhetoric, no tremolos, 

no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. 

And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. 

Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. 

So throw away your baggage and go forward. 

There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, 

trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. 

That’s why you must walk so lightly. 

Lightly my darling, 

on tiptoes and no luggage, 

not even a sponge bag, 

completely unencumbered.” 

― Aldous Huxley, Island

12:06am android18:

HANGING OUT THE PASSENGERS SIDE OF HIS BEST FRIEND’S RIDETRYING TO HOLLA AT ME

android18:

HANGING OUT THE PASSENGERS SIDE OF HIS BEST FRIEND’S RIDE
TRYING TO HOLLA AT ME

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12:06am

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7:47pm

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9:01pm "I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live." — Oscar Wilde (via incenses)

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