(Source: inthatinstantwewerealive, via emptycarouselsatsunset)
no project of mine is complete until i’ve listened to Clueless, Mean Girls, and Lost in Translation. listening to LIT now.
go study. i’m cooking for you, hoe. — Funny-Boy-Thinks-He’s-Not-the-Hoe. jk, thanks for lunch.
“i’ll be monitoring your frequency.” ♥♥♥♥♥♥
yeah Thesis, the mountains are calling for me.
Soul Sistas what is upppp. courtesy of Bryant Leung.
(Source: mortalcrimson, via arosnote)
Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. She’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self. —
(Source: sincerely-elaine, via emptycarouselsatsunset)