Month: December 2013

quinnthespazz:

poisonpawz:

themagicianthatneverfailed:

dr-kara:

heretherebdragons:

katbot:

“Start on January 1st with an empty jar. Throughout the year write the good things that happened to you on little pieces of paper. On December 31st, open the jar and read all the amazing things that happened to you that year.”

I’m reblogging this again, to remind people that reblogged this earlier in the year with the “I’M GOING TO DO THIS” comments. Now, here it is. I’m reminding you. You said you would do this. Now join me and start this Tuesday.

I genuinely love this idea. I am going to do this. I will post pictures of my jar and everything. 

oh wow this is a beautiful idea

doing this

I actually did this this year, it’s almost time to open it

I have a jar too and it’s almost time to open it! Granted mine was a giant pretzel jar so it’s
really Full

What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell
you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and
seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you
wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t.
You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And
you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are —
underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of
you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your
mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five.
And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like
if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and
needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings
inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the
other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

Sandra Cisneros (via commanderspock)

girl-of-so-many-fandoms:

alltime-boner:

palesexuality:

why aren’t there friend pick up lines

pick up lines to make friends 

like

“hey thats a cute dress you know where it would look better? on nobody else 

because you’re a beautiful individual” 

i would friend the fuck out of you for that one

I read that as fuck the friend out of you and I was really confused