wowfunniestposts:

I will not be satisfied until I say this to at least one person in my life lol 

nanflanagan:

a moment of silence for all the teenage couples who compare themselves to Romeo and Juliet

amyohconnor:

We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out – that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.

When we came to Yale, there was this sense of possibility. This immense and indefinable potential energy – and it’s easy to feel like that’s slipped away. We never had to choose and suddenly we’ve had to. Some of us have focused ourselves. Some of us know exactly what we want and are on the path to get it; already going to med school, working at the perfect NGO, doing research. To you I say both congratulations and you suck.

For most of us, however, we’re somewhat lost in this sea of liberal arts. Not quite sure what road we’re on and whether we should have taken it. If only I had majored in biology…if only I’d gotten involved in journalism as a freshman…if only I’d thought to apply for this or for that…

What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. Get a post-bac or try writing for the first time. The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. It’s hilarious. We’re graduating college. We’re so young. We can’t, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it’s all we have.

The Opposite of Loneliness, Marina Keegan | Yale Daily News

Marina Keegan, a recent Yale graduate, was killed in a car accident on Saturday. She was 22. You should read her final column. It is wonderful.

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

Moulin Rouge (2001)

whatshouldwecallme:

tastefullyoffensive:

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tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #61 by Tyler Knott Gregson

farfromthepacific:

Currently reading

witchcraft. How are we reading the same book at the same time? 

Lol perfect 

ruineshumaines:

Nacho Ormaechea

‘You wander around on the street, absorbed in your own thoughts without having the time neither the will or the simple curiosity to look at other people. Just a second, one snapshot would nonetheless be enough to catch one piece of mind, the frailty of a mere thought. What is her or his story? Can I only guess it? What about the people they know, the places where they go, their fears and dreams? To which point can one imagine them by just looking at those anonyms? Does the eye of the camera have the power to sketch their stories on a single shot?’