What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via infpisme)

Is it terrible that after a long period of happiness, I begin to feel extremely uncomfortable? Like, no. I shouldn’t be this happy, not for this long, I’m supposed to be sick. It’s like my depression and anxiety took hold of me for so long, that they became a literal part of me. I actually start to MISS them and then I feel guilty. It’s strange.

helloitsbees:

delightfuldonutdreams:

Do you ever wonder how many stories have been told about you? I don’t mean rumors or gossip. A story like “ one time I was at the mall and this girl dropped her hotdog but she picked it up and ate it” what if I’m that girl??how many times have people seen me do something I thought no one saw and is now being used as an ice breaker at a family dinner? Hmmmmmm?!???!

one time i was in this historical park in new york and i was climbing a tree in order to get a good photo and i fell out just as a family was walking past…two years later i ran into the mom at stop&shop and she gasped and said “oh my god, tree girl?” and i’ve never been the same since

weavemama:

Obama will truly be missed. he’s made his mistakes for the past 8 years, but overall he hasn’t gone through any major domestic scandals, he hasn’t gone on constant Twitter rampages, he hasn’t made fun of any disabled reporters, he hasn’t bragged about sexually assault women, he hasn’t mocked an entire religion, and on top of that his family is by far the most best and beautiful first family the White House ever held.

He did that.

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

powerarmor:

about a year ago i read that capybaras can briefly run as fast as horses and no revelation since has shaken me as much. i can’t get rid of the thought of the world’s largest rodent barreling at you at the speed of a horse. it’s so sinister

is this the princess bride