zeldathemes
The 1st Pancake
Revisited
I am still learning what it means to love and be loved in return...

My name is Cheryl, but that probably doesn't matter. I'm 20 years old, 5 feet and 5 inches tall on a good day, and I'm majoring in philosophy, but that probably doesn't matter either. I like sloths and sunsets and mozzarella sticks. Games of truth, cuddling on rainy days, and giving me books/mix CDs are the easiest ways to win my heart. I'm a sucker for emails and letters, really any form of communication other than phone calls. I'm still learning to live. I need more time than I'm likely to get. I tend to be a bit ridiculous, to overthink things, to care too much about people in order to avoid caring about myself. I'm still learning what it means to be a friend, to let people love you even when it terrifies you. I'm not quite sure how to let go, and I'm really bad with change. A major part of being my friend will consist of listening to me whine about the same shit on repeat. I've got scars, and you could count them like the rings on trees. I've lived a life that most would be proud of, but I'd give anything to change it. I'm trying. I'm really trying.

That's about all I've got.
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When do we stop talking about our problems? When we are the cause of them.
Existentialism professor (via philosophyprofessorquotes)
stunningpicture:

A proper tribute to a man who inspired me to be as weird and mad as he was. R.I.P The One Robin Williams

stunningpicture:

A proper tribute to a man who inspired me to be as weird and mad as he was. R.I.P The One Robin Williams

sweetjanesays:

Looking cute for MODA

sweetjanesays:

Looking cute for MODA

reasonsmysoniscrying:

"Go right to sleep because you can’t sleep in tomorrow…. or any other day for the rest of your life."
- My Kindergarten Eve Peptalk to my 4yo

You do care. You care so much it’s eating you away. You hate the fact that you care so much but it’s the only thing you know how to do but you constantly lie to yourself just so you can get through the day.
//12:06// (via ladiscutee)
nyctaeus:

Kelly Mark, ‘Exist’, 2009

nyctaeus:

Kelly Mark, ‘Exist’, 2009

meatbicyclevevo:

meatbicyclevevo:

What’s the definition of a will?

Come on guys it’s a dead giveaway

nevver:

Cut outs, Pejac

herpsichord:

A gem from the car museum.

So the drugstore I was in today had a perfume display. Here are some of the perfumes I came across.

jessicarabbit:

tenr0se:

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Dirt

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Funeral Home

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Weed

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Grass

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Holy Water

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Laundromat

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Leather

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New Zealand 

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Play-Doh 

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Wet Garden

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Tomato

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Suntan Lotion

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Sex on the Beach

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Riding Crop

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Soap

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And Finally, Swimming Pool

"No officer, for the last time, I did not smoke weed. Thats just my new perfume, cannabis flower"

5ft1:

get the fuck out of here 

mintypineapple:

Beautiful.

god who fucking cares. who fucking cares. who fucking cares. everyone stop being offended and mad over the smallest shit ever. ask urself who the fuck fucking cares