So it goes.

The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.

— The Crack Up by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via tarrinj)

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thedailywhat:

When You See It of the Day: Need some help? Look closer…

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firoaster:

wow a link called “if you know me from school” that leads to the delete account page

oh goodness me how incomprehensibly clever i am just baffled by your wit oh dear lord my diaphragm cannot take this much hysterical laughter whoops there goes my bladder ah friend how i am giddied by your angsty teenage bloggery

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smallframe:

peregrint:

LOTR Valentines

I am going to make these ASAP.

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salty-cookies:

You’re the teacher? My daughter didn’t describe you as being so, uh…so symmetrical.

It was the best of times: i.e., Matt Bomer exists

It was the worst of times: i.e., Matt Bomer will never love me

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pleatedjeans:

How to Eat Food (a few more here)

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I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.

— Augusten Burroughs (via 24ribs)

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