If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve to never ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side.
It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it’s one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you’ll ever do.
Stephen Fry (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

(via dontcallmekoko)


Last Rockies game. Life is soooo good

Last Rockies game. Life is soooo good



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explore-blog:

Amelia Earhart, born on this day in 1897, on marriage – the bold, ahead-of-its-time letter she sent to her future husband the day before their wedding.

explore-blog:

Amelia Earhart, born on this day in 1897, on marriage – the bold, ahead-of-its-time letter she sent to her future husband the day before their wedding.


Up Down {Do This All Day} (Feat. B.o.B)
T-Pain
Up Down {Do This All Day} - Single

simpleco11ection:

T-Pain - Up Down {Do This All Day} (Feat. B.o.B)

will i ever get tired of this song?  probably not.


Please Turn
Little Dragon
Ritual Union

dlrparis:

Little Dragon : Please Turn


Klapp Klapp
Little Dragon
Nabuma Rubberband

ughboat:

Little Dragon - Klapp Klapp


Wildfire
SBTRKT
SBTRKT

thecoolcollective:

SBTRKT - Wildfire (Feat. Little Dragon)


My Sweet Summer
Dirty Heads
My Sweet Summer

clarycatastrophe:

The Dirty Heads - My Sweet Summer

I’m gonna leave this here


Please ignore my very messy room but guess who just found her graduation dress?? And it fits!

Please ignore my very messy room but guess who just found her graduation dress?? And it fits!


Mom:  Ok we have to be at the gym at 10:20 if we want a spot for Zumba class, it’s always packed!

Me:  Alright.  

Me:  *ready at 10:15*  

Mom:  *gets in shower at 10:15*

Mom:  *puts on lipstick at 10:25*

Mom:  *comes down stairs at 10:39* 

Mom:  Why aren’t you ready?

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… I forgot we were running on Latino time here.


i love denver but i can’t fucking *wait* to get out from underneath you.  

i’m tired of keeping the peace. I’m exhausted by considering your feelings.  I don’t want to sleep next to you any more.  Being good now won’t ease your conscience, its been too late for too long and the damage is done. Just let me go. 

… Except not for another week bc i’ll be homeless if you do that…


It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.

plannedparenthood:

"I am a woman and when I think, I must speak."

plannedparenthood:

"I am a woman and when I think, I must speak."