I leave the number and a short
message on every green Volvo
in town

Is anything wrong?
I miss you.
574-7423

The phone rings constantly.
One says, Are you bald?
Another, How tall are you in
your stocking feet?

Most just reply, Nothing’s wrong.
I miss you, too.

The Ubiquity Of The Need For Love, Ronald Koertge (via marisais)

(via alonesomes)


Some wise words from Dame Julie.

Some wise words from Dame Julie.

Some wise words from Dame Julie.

Some wise words from Dame Julie.

Some wise words from Dame Julie.

Some wise words from Dame Julie.

Some wise words from Dame Julie.

(via deuxmillequinze)

“those who say that money can’t buy happiness have probably never been poor”
this photoset does an extraordinary job of explaining why employers hate hiring members of generation y this photoset does an extraordinary job of explaining why employers hate hiring members of generation y this photoset does an extraordinary job of explaining why employers hate hiring members of generation y this photoset does an extraordinary job of explaining why employers hate hiring members of generation y this photoset does an extraordinary job of explaining why employers hate hiring members of generation y

this photoset does an extraordinary job of explaining why employers hate hiring members of generation y

(via treazuremaps)

startupquote:

Markets come and go. Good business don’t.

- Fred Wilson

startupquote:

People don’t buy what you do; they buy why you do it. And what you do simply proves what you believe.

- Simon Sinek

“Grown-ups love figures… When you tell them you’ve made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? ” Instead they demand “How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? ” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.”
— The Little Prince

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

rest0ring-force:

do-black-people-do-stuff:

lmaoaestheticrequiem:

herpowerisherown:

wtfced:

i-sucked-dick-on-accident:

wait this isn’t about blowing your nose is it

FUUUUUCK

omfg

HAHAHAAAAA!

"I’m just trying to get through this"

"I’m in survival mode"

I’m crying

(via backwards-and-in-high-heels)

There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does…

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars