AND THEN I WAS LIKE WHAT?!?!

These are things I love on the internet. Shut up about it already.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

—Augusten Burroughs (via euphues)

(Source: h-o-r-n-g-r-y, via euphues)

shubbabang:

I know I’m not the only one who does this but you know when you have this like boundary around you when you’re sitting at a table or a desk that only you are allowed to be in 

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And then someone or something that isn’t yours

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gets in that space

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and you just

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Yup. Yes to this.

(via tastefullyoffensive)

Lorde

—The Love Club

soundboard:

Lorde - "The Love Club"

At twenty, I pat myself on the back for doing laundry instead of just buying new towels when all of mine are dirty. Meanwhile, Ella Yelich-O’Connor is busy with her first international tour, an EP that’s currently double-platinum in Australia, and oh, did I mention she’s only sixteen? You probably wouldn’t know it after hearing all of the soul Lorde manages to pack into her hit single “Royals”, but Miss Yelich-O’Connor isn’t even out of high school yet.

The Love Club EP is an obvious testament to her talent, showcasing songs that she wrote both the music and lyrics to herself, and her first full-length album Pure Heroine is marked for release this September. I’m always on the lookout for bright new female musicians, and I can tell that Lorde’s work will most likely end up holding my gaze for a very long time. I can’t wait to see what she’s got in store.

Callie

buzzfeed:

When brands fire shots on Twitter, things can get sassy.

And this my friends is current day marketing- and it is fantastic. 

humansofnewyork:

She asked if I wanted to hear a poem she’d written when she was younger. (At what age, she couldn’t remember) She then recited it from memory. I had her repeat it several times so I could get all the words right: 

Were I to dream,then dream I wouldof days that have gone by.Your eyes would gleamand so would mine,but joys remembered are no longer mine.I walk in a garden of memory,reliving the joys and the sorrows as well.I walk with a cane down memory lane,perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.Perhaps when my hair has turned to grayand my face is etched with pain,I’ll walk with a cane down memory lane.Perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.


Stunning 

humansofnewyork:

She asked if I wanted to hear a poem she’d written when she was younger. (At what age, she couldn’t remember) She then recited it from memory. I had her repeat it several times so I could get all the words right:
 

Were I to dream,
then dream I would
of days that have gone by.

Your eyes would gleam
and so would mine,
but joys remembered are no longer mine.

I walk in a garden of memory,
reliving the joys and the sorrows as well.
I walk with a cane down memory lane,
perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.

Perhaps when my hair has turned to gray
and my face is etched with pain,
I’ll walk with a cane down memory lane.
Perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.

Stunning