02 9 / 2014

"Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again."

Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden (via violentwavesofemotion)

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02 9 / 2014

hadeiadel:

If you don’t get hurt, you won’t learn.

hadeiadel:

If you don’t get hurt, you won’t learn.

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02 9 / 2014

"Don’t promise when you’re happy,
Don’t reply when you’re angry and
Don’t decide when you’re sad."

02 9 / 2014

02 9 / 2014

1000meaninglesswrds:

The ruler that measures angles. OMG I WANT THAT!

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02 9 / 2014

"I stopped looking for the light. Decided to become it instead."

02 9 / 2014

sexy-fruit:

I don’t understand how all Muslims are called terrorists because of what one group of 19 extremist men did 13 years ago.

But white people aren’t called terrorists when they invaded their countries, killed millions of civilians, when they shoot up schools, shoot up movie theaters, and kill random POC. Isn’t that something.

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02 9 / 2014

hohohobutmadefashion:

when two of your friends get into an argument and they both try to drag you in for support and you’re like

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01 9 / 2014

Anonymous said: What's the most illegal thing you ever did?

hadeiadel:

sephyerite:

almanzapedia:

At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.

So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.

She refused to fix my grade.

In the end, she shit herself on stage.

I didn’t regret it.

No mercy.

LOL.

01 9 / 2014

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here