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"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."

- (via ellie-sigh)

(Source: irynka)


Lays is really going all out on these new flavors lately

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Ellen lays out the government shut down for anyone to understand.

oh hey tumblr! i’m back. i used to post all the time i should probably start again i think it helped me feel better. at least a little.

so here it goes. first of all. ashley are you SERIOUS!? you come to my birthday all wounded and crabby.. MY fucking birthday. and you’re crabby? and make me overcompensate for your crabbiness? bitch. and then you invite HARRY and make out with him. when it’s my birthday. are you kidding me. who was that one person who went to your graduation party all by herself and basically sat alone and talked to your little brothers the whole night? oh yeah i think that was ME. and who went on a date w harry and you and played awkward third wheel all night. fucking ME. the second it isn’t about you you immediately get mad it’s such bullshit. you’re even mad that i can’t come on your birthday because i’m WORKING and i’m still in school and have an exam the next day. oh i’m SORRY. not. you were already mad at me because i didn’t make my birthday all about you and talked to other people that weren’t you. fucking grow the fuck up. 

and jennifer. first she opens a package addressed TO ME. and then tells me about it six hours later by saying i accidentally opened your package it’s on the table. how do you accidentally open my package? your name is jennifer. my name is karlee. and then she gets done with work at five and decides to do three loads of laundry starting at 10 pm. when the machines are directly next to my room. so i tell her to stop doing laundry cause i’m going to bed. and she gets all snotty and goes fine. fine to fucking you! first of all, how do you even HAVE three loads of laundry? you own like one pair of jeans and three t shirts. what the fuck are you washing all the time that needs to have three loads? 

i swear to god i hate everyone. everyone needs to grow up and quit being so immature and selfish and rude.