mymindpalaceisatardis:

viacherbourgandqueenstown:

It’s that time of month again… you know what that means…

BEST DESCRIPTION OF A PERIOD I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

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forgeries:

A Science Guy’s Place in the Sun: How Bill Nye keeps his home humming with solar panels, energy-efficient windows and a range of green gadgets.

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Jason Mraz - I Won’t Give Up

This is why I hate ordering shit online -_________-

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jonathanpham:

My life is pretty simple.

I know good people and I know sad people. They’re usually one and the same.

I don’t need to know 900 folks to make my life a little better. I need quality, not quantity.

Clothes are cool, cars are cool, music is cool, but awesome shit lies in having beliefs in things that shape you and having empathy and respect for the beliefs others hold.

Develop balance and ambition. Yo, I be stuck 20 ft deep in the books all the time but I can be pretty high on some nights too. Work hard, but play hard too.

Eating is good. Eating good is better.

jaspreetsahota:

quackasaurus:

machinenojuicy:

Left: Dan and I doing Monarch News- 10 years old

Right: Dan and I, after Hayley got asked to prom by Atif, Testostertones Style- 16 years old

“Best BFFs Forever” 

aw, you guys. <3

i love how you guys grew up making fun of me. now it’s my turn to make fun of you. :)

This is adorable. DAWWWWW’

jonathanpham:

We’d often argue over the most trivial things. Each night we fell asleep, it was seemingly nothing—at least during the time. Because short moments of anger show small differences in character, and little things do add up. We didn’t stop to think about who we would be ten years from now; we only painted a picture that was golden. We envisioned ourselves in a nice, comfortable bed that was big enough for the two of us. I told myself one night that if God forsaken us with a curse, it was the inability to foresee and to awaken our unconscious souls that were, in fact, reserved for other special persons. That was the theory anyway. My mother once told me that love is a risk and reminded me that, should we engage in love, we must immerse ourselves in a sense of awareness of the consequences. In other words, we put ourselves up for this. We can’t pull back to see it all start again. We are only gifted with the chance to see how it all ends.

The intimacy came to a stop not too long after different people shaped a different me. I developed different wants and, in turn, I developed different needs. People ask if I regret the choices I made. But how could I? Because I invested so much time and effort? That is never a good reason to maintain permanence; however, my reasons will be a topic of conversation in the later future. What I do think is: some people seem perfect at one point in time, no? And for feelings to change is a matter to blame on inevitability—not us, not others, not anybody. You might realize one day that you need to find somebody who doesn’t change for you, but rather with you. A person who lives on the same frequency as you, but doesn’t smother you. She wasn’t that girl for me, though. Like I said, little things add up, and it wasn’t until some years later that we’d see the bigger picture unravel its most bittersweet truth.

How unfortunate, though. I don’t really know how to end a thought like this. I want to believe that this is the part where I say, “And the moral of the story is..” Actually, I haven’t produced a suitable one. I guess it’d be that you should keep moving forward. Don’t let broken emotions or memories throw you into a pit stop. Don’t stop your walk. Don’t stop. But that’s erotic, or maybe too cliché.