bunnywith:

disarmonia-mundi:

neonjustice:

When you have your period do you ever just take a shower and stand there in the water and watch all the blood go down the drain and pretend that you just survived a gang battle an it’s like a really dramatic time for you.

is this what girls fucking think about

we get our period one a month every month from ages 12-55 THAT’S A LOT OF FUCKING BLOOD WE MIGHT AS WELL TRY TO MAKE IT FUN

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rocknrolljunkie989:

have you ever thought you meant a lot to someone and then you find out that you’re just one person out of so many others that they talk to, and compared to the way they talk to the other people, you’re really just nothing?

(Source: s-a-m-m-a-e-l, via schiiizophrenia)

“Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.”
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Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty to Think So? (via ethereally)

This is certainly the most popular passage in Isn’t It Pretty to Think So? (at least according to online sharing). Long before I started writing my book—while staying in a small hotel in Munich, Germany—I scribbled these words into a Moleskine notebook about my experience abroad. I guess I’m glad I found a way to include them in the book later on.

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