what happens when two substances collide

Stephanie, 18, East Coast.
neuroticdream:

perfect on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/114881790

"Forgive. Forget. Fake it. Chin up. Wear lipstick, make lists, make sure your voicemail isn’t full. Mix protein shakes, send timely thank you notes, sip drinks more slowly, stare at adults’ eyebrows, smile without dimples, develop perfect posture. Be gracious, be kind, eliminate self-pity. Look in the mirror and shift your internal monologue from ‘How do I look?’ to ‘This is my face,’ from ‘What the hell am I doing?’ to ‘This is my life.’ Capitalize your emails, read the news, walk briskly, stay focused, and never, ever let on that you are somewhat lost and sometimes lonely and so completely confused (and would someone please just let me know what it is I’m supposed to do next, where exactly I’m supposed to go–). Just keep going. Go, and do not stop."

— Jennifer Schaffer, A Checklist For The Age 19  (via perfect)

(via rowtoshore)

chilling on steps drinking rose at 11pm in paris 10/10 would reccommend

(Source: vegan-hippie, via mkvt)

xmas-unicorn:

alwaysincluded:

lonelyjupiter:

that face

Shut the hell up.

dear god pictures of sufjan are going to be the death of me

xmas-unicorn:

alwaysincluded:

lonelyjupiter:

that face

Shut the hell up.

dear god pictures of sufjan are going to be the death of me

Realizing that my friends are actually the best and nicest people ever with the best tastes in everything.
It was a darn good birthday.

whyyyy did i put off placement tests until the literal last day i can do them

"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."

— Sylvia Plath   (via seulray)

(Source: featherandarrow, via maddramaqueen)

lonequixote:

The Green Wheatfield behind the Asylum ~ Vincent van Gogh

lonequixote:

The Green Wheatfield behind the Asylum ~ Vincent van Gogh

(via cumchowder)

lonelyjupiter:

https://flic.kr/p/c3tAGU