"LOOK AT THE CAT"
— me every time there is a cat regardless of the situation (via spockular)

Sometimes I think about how nothing we ever do will last. How forever isn’t actually forever. One day everything we know will be swallowed by the sun, which will in turn collapse and swallow itself. Eventually that too will vanish, and it will not have mattered if I lived homeless on the street or brought lasting piece to the galaxy, meaning the human race, all our ambitions and hopes and faults, all our striving to be more, is pointless. 

Then I have pasta and don’t care anymore.

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chemicalaccess:

can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

mrpondtyler:

eventualprocrastination:

rikotin:

i-aint-bovvered:

skarosoul:

danglingthpider:

notquiteluke:

nepeter:

im really mad because boobs sounds too hilarious, tits sounds too vulgar, breasts too pretentious and any other words just make me want to laugh

what word am i supposed to use while writing

rumble spheres

wibbly wobbly booby woobies

tatty-bo-jangles

human milk sacks

pillows for friends

sweater puppets

breasticles

boing boing bags

chesticles

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cyclopentanone:

when you have to go around the circle and introduce yourself to the group

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"If it is right, it happens — the main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away."
— John Steinbeck, on falling in love, a response to his eldest son’s 1958 letter, from John Steinbeck: A Life in Letters (Viking Adult, 1975)

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