Not all who wander are lost;

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in a mutual weirdness and call it love.



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I expected more from you, only because I was willing to do that much for you. You missed out on a good friendship, girly. 

Today I threw my Starbucks away before drinking it.

runningparadoxical:

I will no longer pay outrageous amounts to corporations to keep me barely awake and running on sugar and caffeine. Nor will I pay large corporations for the food I eat and the things I drink, nor the clothes I wear. And for the time being, I need no car, so oil companies will not have my money either. I cannot stand what corporations are doing to this country and, moreover, this earth. Consider this our breaking up, Corporate America.

(via ouractsofkindness)

List of tattoos I WILL get when I can afford them.

  1. “I love you more” in my mom’s handwriting on my left shoulder blade. (it’s been an ongoing thing between us since I could remember) (~$100)
  2. “Not all who wander are lost” on my right foot. (ouchhhh) (~$100)
  3. Leaves turning into butterflies in fall colors (burnt orange, burgundy, etc.) going down my right rib cage to my hip. (~$600-$900) With possibly the quote from #2 someplace in it.. My foot might be too small for a quote that long.
  4. )’( in between my boobs outlined with black light ink and the Orion constellation behind it, also in black light ink. (~$125)

Which comes out to ~$1,200… 

Yeah, bitch. Shit’s gonna get real here soon. 

Don’t be part of the bottom 99%

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Start thinking.

You must go through the bad friendships in order to find the good ones, I suppose.

I took another chance to find a friend, and all you did was prove to me how you are the same as everyone else. I’m never going to find someone worth my time.

“I guess we are who we are for lots of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where to go from there.”

— The Perks of Being a Wallflower 

Religion is like a penis.

It is fine to have one.

It is fine to be proud of it.

But please don’t whip it out in public and start waving it around.

And PLEASE don’t shove it down children’s throats.