It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.
That Summer -Sarah Dessen (via thatkindofwoman)

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What we read and why we do so defines us in a profound way. You are what you read, I suppose. Browsing through someone’s library is like peeking into their DNA.
Guillermo del Toro, Introduction to The Best American Nonrequired Reading (via feellng)

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heatherristic:

Ariel Zombie on We Heart It

heatherristic:

Ariel Zombie on We Heart It


blackbirdrose:

I live and breathe for the recently announced SPN S10 Musical episode.
What do you mean this song is copyrighted and won’t be in there?
Sonovabitch.

Supernatural meets the little mermaid

blackbirdrose:

I live and breathe for the recently announced SPN S10 Musical episode.

What do you mean this song is copyrighted and won’t be in there?

Sonovabitch.

Supernatural meets the little mermaid


baby-getcha-shine-on:

antisjwyellowfang:

Just your daily reminders:

  • Racists are a problem
  • White people are not
  • Homophobes are a problem
  • Straight people are not
  • Transphobes are a problem
  • Cis people are not
  • Sexists are a problem
  • Men are not

And most importantly,

  • Hating an innocent person solely because of their race, sexuality, or gender makes you a fucking asshole

PLEASE READ THIS TUMBLR

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The best advice I’ve ever received is, ‘No one else knows what they’re doing either.

Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best you can do is know yourself… know what you want.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via wordsnquotes)

fuckyeahretailrobin:

There’s always that one garbage can that fills more quickly than the others because it’s in an area of slightly higher traffic. I can understand why it fills so quickly. I can respect the fact that I need to empty that garbage more frequently than the others. What I don’t understand is why, when people see that it’s obviously full, they decide to put their garbage in anyway. 
A couple days ago, we were understaffed because our labour was being cut so for a while, there was no one to clean the lobby. My manager asked me urgently to quickly take out any garbages that needed emptying and clean anything that needed to be clean and then get back on the register.
Of course, “The Chosen Garbage Can” was OVERFLOWING with garbage. I really don’t understand it. We have 7 other garbage cans in the whole restaurant, four of which are in the lobby. What is going through these people’s heads when they seen an overflowing garbage can and decide, “I think I’ll put my garbage in this one and not the half-empty one just a few yards away.” Seriously, people. You disgust me.

Every fucking day

fuckyeahretailrobin:

There’s always that one garbage can that fills more quickly than the others because it’s in an area of slightly higher traffic. I can understand why it fills so quickly. I can respect the fact that I need to empty that garbage more frequently than the others. What I don’t understand is why, when people see that it’s obviously full, they decide to put their garbage in anyway. 

A couple days ago, we were understaffed because our labour was being cut so for a while, there was no one to clean the lobby. My manager asked me urgently to quickly take out any garbages that needed emptying and clean anything that needed to be clean and then get back on the register.

Of course, “The Chosen Garbage Can” was OVERFLOWING with garbage. I really don’t understand it. We have 7 other garbage cans in the whole restaurant, four of which are in the lobby. What is going through these people’s heads when they seen an overflowing garbage can and decide, “I think I’ll put my garbage in this one and not the half-empty one just a few yards away.” Seriously, people. You disgust me.

Every fucking day


Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.
Kid in my lit class (via stalkedprincess)

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