moarrrmagazine:

Vegetabowls 
handmade ceramic bowls from New York

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How To Date:

spreadlovenotlies:

Step 1- Buy her pizza.

Step 2- Make her cum.

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It is both a burden and a blessing, to feel everything as deeply as i do.
Della Hicks-Wilson  (via soaphie)
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Fluff rice with a fork, never stir it with a spoon.
Vaseline is the best night time eye cream on the market.
You can buy alcohol and chips with your parents’ gas station credit cards.
If you force something, you’ll break it. That could be good or bad.
It’s important to read the care tags on your clothing and follow those instructions.
Related: don’t wash and dry j. crew wool sweaters.
Changing your car’s oil is not optional.
Whatever physical objects you acquire you will one day have to put into a box and move.
You’re allowed to disagree with negative feedback.
It’s always worth reading the instruction manual.
Nostalgia, like any drug, can be a poison or a remedy.
Pets are like human friends but better in every conceivable way.
Good doctors listen more than they talk.
You can’t fix a burned roux.
Floss.
Just because someone is an authority figure does not mean they are intelligent/competent/right.
Measure twice, cut once.
Get your nice jeans and dress pants tailored by a professional.
If you’re uncomfortable wearing it you will not look good.
You’re not required to drink alcohol while in a bar.
There are a few things that cure all ills: the beach, your favorite album on vinyl, and fresh garlic.
Kindness is not weakness.
Baking soda is not baking powder.
Taking Excedrin P.M. while still in public is not advisable.
Terrible people will succeed. Wonderful people will fail. The world is not fair.
Appropriate footwear is always key.
You can absolutely be too forgiving.
Real humor punches up, not down.
Reading the assigned chapters will actually help you learn the material.
There are no adults. Everyone is as clueless as you are.
Applying eyeliner well is a timeless art.
You can always leave. Awkward dates, suffocating jobs, hometowns that you outgrow, relationships that aren’t growing in the right direction.
You can always come home again.
But it won’t be the same.
Life is too short for bad books, boring movies, shitty people, and margarine.
Never underestimate the importance of eyebrows.
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j-e-r-a:

microraptoria:

Source. This is a real thing. It’s happening.

HIV Has Been Cured in a Child for the First Time

HIV Cure: New Drug ‘Vacc-4x’ May Become First Functional Cure Against the Virus

The Man Who Had HIV and Now Does Not

This is HUGE news, and of course no one is talking about it because it is not a part of popular culture. For the first time in the history of the world, there is a possible preventative cure for one of the most deadliest viral diseases to have entered the human gene pool. There is hope for those who have been diagnosed with a disease that may have given them only 20 or so years to live. This breakthrough in the science/pharmaceutical community means that other viral diseases and genetic mutations that were once incurable are now on the table for complete eradication. I’m absolutely seething that no one is talking about this on the news 24/7, but instead talking about Miley Cyrus or the biggest videos on Vine.

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deadlyspoons:

I either dress like im going to a red carpet event or like im a homeless drug addict there is no in between

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hellabloggin:

when did potatoes learn how to run

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I don’t think I hate living. I hate societies. I don’t like the way we are all set up to fail. There’s no jobs that pay more than $10 or $12 an hour and that is just not enough to live on. I hate money. There’s never enough and you have to care about money 24/7 because you need it to live. If you’re not capable of doing certain things you’re screwed. You have to do all this meaningless shit every second. School doesn’t teach you what you need to know, and college is an idiot parade. At the end of the day you just want everything to go away, but you have to wake up tomorrow. I’m sick of society and I wish I could leave it but where is there to go? Go find some commune? I don’t know. I just hate this.
— (via jadelaurelxo)
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actinolite:

excuse me sir

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hobbitts:

not stoned, just slightly pebbled

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