"plus C"

-ancient calculus proverb (via geleixi)

splitterherzen:

by Heidi Systo

teatattoo:

NOTHING BETTER THAN SHOWERING AND PUTTING ON A BIG TSHIRT AND GETTING INTO BED WITH CLEAN SHEETS LITERALLY NOTHING DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS

Chopped is on, fuck yeah food channel

fenderlust:

Finals week

fenderlust:

Finals week

"I get these flashes of clarity, brilliant clarity, where, for a second, I stop and I think: “Wait, this is it. This is my life. I’d better slow down and enjoy it, because one day we’re all going to end up in the ground and that will be it. We’ll be gone.”"

-Stuck in Love, directed by Josh Boone (via buryitall)
"We now know that 24 hours without sleep, or a week of sleeping four or five hours a night induces an impairment equivalent to a blood alcohol level of .1 percent. We would never say, ‘This person is a great worker! He’s drunk all the time!’ yet we continue to celebrate people who sacrifice sleep for work."

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Insights from the doctor who coaches athletes on sleep. Pair with the science of what actually happens while you sleep and how it affects your every waking hour.

More on sleep here.

(via explore-blog)

a-ionia:

pretty girls with a messy bun and baggy shirts look hot as fuck but when I do it it’s like I’ve been doing drugs for 5 days straight

cinnamonroads:

Today my mother told me I was limited because she was afraid I’d forgotten.

I have not forgotten.

Yesterday my roommate told me that what I write about most is illness. That it weaves it’s way into everything I touch. The trope of the dying girl is gluttonous,
(I am not dying)
manic, “tragically beautiful”. We all hate that phrase. It is a desperate grasp at perfection in order to tuck it away untouched. My stories become more abstract the closer they come to me, because outside of pretty prose I’m afraid my characters will turn into me
(I am not dying)
and that is not what fiction is.

Sometimes I think that I wanted to make up lies for a living. Sometimes I think that I just wanted to tell the truth.

What I know is that my friend told me to talk to my doctor here who told me to talk to my doctor at home that isn’t really there at all and the only reason I didn’t starve myself when I was 15 was because I’ve had people monitoring me since I was 14 but now I am an adult and I make my own appointments which means I don’t have to keep them and that scares me because when I was 16 I didn’t take my pills because I was angry and then I went to school and shivered and wrote in the margins of my notebooks and drove myself home again.
(I am not dying)

I am becoming more like my mother every day and that scares me and also reassures me because she was sick and brave and now she is strong and broken.

Three days ago I told somebody that they would break and I hated myself for it.

A few weeks ago I told someone that I was broken and I am afraid of being only that.

I am afraid
(I am not dying)

Send all the king’s horses.

justbeingfabulous:

you know those people that can literally carry on a conversation with anyone are amazing like wow how do you do that