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I should just give up

Arctic Monkeys

—A Certain Romance

door-of-infinity:

Arctic Monkeys-A Certain Romance

beenwandering:

help I’m having emotions about a cartoon antidepressant trying to be useful

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librarienne:

People who boast that they drink only black coffee, shoot whiskey, or drive stick shift.

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like-being-here said: We’ve allllllll been there. :/

It drives me nuts because I usually go out of my way to never leave anybody hanging but apparently that’s a rare trait to have…?

My trek into the city this morning was vaguely adventurous and at some point I got slightly lost…and then unlost, quite by accident, but it all worked out.  This was my first solo mission. I parked a block away from my destination on a side street next to a parking garage, paid the meter 3 bucks, and made my way down to 328 Jefferson. Rode the elevator up to the 7th floor, entered suite 770, and received a fresh cup of coffee from the receptionist after I checked in. 

I met the manager, filled out paperwork, received an overview of the job, listened in on several customer calls. I was then interviewed by two women, and shortly after, the manager. All in all, it was a surprisingly pleasant experience. 

Yeah. I actually enjoyed my interview. 

I can’t say for sure if I totally have this one in the bag, since they still have lots of interviews to conduct, and there’s always a chance they’ll find someone they believe is more qualified. But I’m grateful that I had this opportunity. 

I never thought I’d be one of those people who feels mild disappointment when someone doesn’t text them back, but here we are. 

the-altar:

MAD MAX FURY ROAD

I think I’m just going to obsess abut this for the next few months.

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That was true: and while he spoke my very conscience and reason turned traitors against me, and charged me with crime in resisting him. They spoke almost as loud as Feeling: and that clamoured wildly. ‘Oh, comply!’ it said. […] Who in the world cares for you? or who will be injured by what you do?
     Still indomitable was the reply: I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via fuckyeahbrontes)

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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)

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m-eg:

i hate those friendships that just end for no reason you just stop talking

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yayforkayla2:

Feminists who get upset when women don’t identify as feminists:
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like-being-here said: Good luck, Katie! :DDDD You got this!

Thank you, Andy! :)