life-answers

Things my friend and I agree on

Both @fantasyprincess83 and I agree:

We want to live our lives like Carrie Fisher is our personal Jedi Ghost following us around making fun of our life choices, not answering our questions outright because they are DUMB, but ultimately supporting everything we are while throwing around a Double Bird in a giant glitter bomb. 

Exactly the size they are :)

We have some LOUD BIRDS here so no, I like my quiet 

Hmm, I’m not sure what exactly you mean, but I would say that I am a very in the moment person. So no, I am pretty well attached to my life. If that helps answer your question.

I’m outtatown

I wanna say thanks for the pun, but also no thanks for the pun

anonymous asked:

Did you know Alex Fierro is actually a brand of glasses? And I think your blog is cute💕

So I just looked this up and

HOLY SHIT ANON U RITE.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention my life will never be the same. I legit can’t stop thinking about Alex Fierro wearing Alex Fierro sunglasses. Or just regular glasses, because they make those too apparently. This is so fucking cool.

and THANK U!! I’m 110% sure your blog is super amazing too!!! (*^▽^*)

Boone Fork 2016 09 Panorama – Julian Price Memorial Park, Blue Ridge Parkway, Blowing Rock, North Carolina, October 16, 2016

Carl Jung said, “I have frequently seen people become neurotic
when they content themselves
with inadequate answers to the questions of life.”
Narcissistic Personality Disorder qualifies as a neurosis.
The things we make too little of,
and the things we make too much of,
limit the quality of life we live.
What do the things we think about
keep us from thinking about?
What makes us think they are not
worth thinking about?
How exclusively do we think about
the things we think about?
What makes us think they are
worth thinking about?
What are the questions of life
we have not answered,
or have answered inadequately?
What are the questions of life
that we persistently ignore
or put aside?
What makes us good company?
What makes us worth talking to?
How do you like to spend your money?
How do you like to spend your time?

Dear Charlie,

Last night he told me that he can’t get past his feelings for me. I haven’t been able to get past mine either.
This time around, it’s not butterflies. It’s just a warm and steady glow. It feels like a campfire in your backyard on a summer night.
But I’m so afraid of being with someone. I’ve spent most of my life answering to no one and being really good at being alone. How am I going to handle this?

Love,
Your Friend

  • Taehyung: Hey babe do these pants make me look fat?
  • Jungkook: *Didn't hear* What?
  • Taehyung: I said do these pants make me look fat?
  • Jungkook: *Still didn't hear*
  • Jungkook's Mind: You can't ask 'what?' again that's awkward...
  • Jungkook: *Nervously smiles* ... Yes?

And if you questioned me as to
what kind of flower blooms inside
my chest, I’d ask you, “where do
you see a garden in me?” I am
made of seeds that never sprouted.
I am a drought that never stops
leeching. I bring the rainstorms that
drown my own saplings.

I grow nothing beautiful here.
I will only destroy it.

—  loaded question // Haley Hendrick
In This Light (Part 1)

Summary: Model!Bucky AU with Photographer!Reader. This is your meeting with Bucky, and how your friendship developed into something more.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader (main); Steve x Reader (side)

Word Count: 4,658

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is a re-write of  Dean fic series I never finished. Here’s hoping that I will have motivation to finish this storyline with Buckaroo. Hope you all enjoy! Also, I don’t claim to know how the photography/fashion world works, I’m just… Sorry if there are mistakes. 


“Alright, children, enough chattering!” A large woman with bushy blonde hair and overdone makeup stared down at her sixth-grade Earth and Space science class. She was frowning and it was only the first day of classes. She was already feeling the headache that was sure to make itself known by the end of the week. “Settle down!” she bellowed.

At her shrill voice, silence overcame the room and everyone found empty seats to call their own. She gave them all a wide, forced smile in gratitude. “Welcome to Earth and Space Science! I am Mrs. Paulson and I will not tolerate any unruly conduct in my class. You will be wise to be on your best behavior while you’re in my class. If you aren’t, a detention slip with your name on it will be waiting for you by the end of class. Do I make myself clear?”

A drone of agreements reached her ears and she gave a grin of satisfaction. Some kids thought her wolf-like. She clapped her hands once before picking up a stack of papers, licking her forefinger to separate the sheets. Oblivious to the grimaces of her students as she handed them their syllabus, her voice thundered through the room. “Learn it, live it, love it. I will always abide by the schedule you find there and everything that will be required of you is written on that very sheet. Is that understood? There are no excuses!”

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