Girl, 19. Carleton University, Canada. Neuroscience major. 50% exhaustion, 15% inspiration, 10% desperation, everything else negotiation. This is a personal offering of a slice of my life. Enjoy.

 

erosapollo:

baracudaboy:

mithranda:

Alan Rickman holding a Koala.
Every argument is invalid.

my dash is being amazing right now

THIS IS GLORIOUS 

erosapollo:

baracudaboy:

mithranda:

Alan Rickman holding a Koala.

Every argument is invalid.

my dash is being amazing right now

THIS IS GLORIOUS 

Holden Caulfield: Hey I just met you

Holden Caulfield: and this is crazy

Holden Caulfield: but anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.

Holden Caulfield: so don't even call me, you're a phony

I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.”  What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION.  “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.

(Source: aimmyarrowshigh)