The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves. — Alan Watts (via isolatedinhungerland)
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EVERYTHING LOVE & PERSONAL
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A possum broke into an Australian bakery and ate so many pastries it couldn’t move. This is how they found him.
I live for this post
i hate the fact that i am always the person who likes others more, like if someone just leaves me, it really fucking destroys me, and i dont really know what to do. i feel confused about everything for weeks, years even, and i dont really know what i have done to make everyone leave me. i dont understand how other people can just be totally okay. its like no matter what, i am always the one that hurts the most, and that really fucking sucks.
Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
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I don’t get it… Maybe it’s my fault for being too overly hopeful at the beginning. Maybe I got a little too caught up in the moment. Maybe I was just being a little naive. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Would it be considered time wasted if it was so much enjoyed while it lasted?
That moment when you run into your super cute supervisor.
I don’t like this waiting game…