You don’t know everything about me.
I feel like I do. You text me every time you take a dump. I know about the pimple on your nipple, and I’m, like, the holder of your social security card.

But guys, think about super close platonic relationships


  • Platonic reassuring shoulder/arm/hand grabbing
  • Platonic tight, meaningful hugs
  • Platonic late-night deep conversations that end in at least one person holding back tears or sobbing
  • Platonic sleeping in the same bed
  • Platonic forehead touches
  • Platonic staring into each other’s eyes like the other person is the world
  • Platonic CUDDLES



Taking over the world with him like:


Taking over the world with him like:

We’re genetically identical, or whatever. It’s actually kind of cool. (x)

1x06 | 3x16


back to school masterpost!!!! image

a lot of my friends are heading back to school really soon. so i thought it’d be nice to put together something for them. if you’re reading this, you’re going to be fine. everything will turn out okay!!!!! ^u^ you may not feel as ready as some of your classmates and that’s okay too!!! it doesn’t make you any less of a wonderful human being. school is terrifying sometimes and you can’t compare yourself to anyone else’s standards, ESPECIALLY when it comes to school. as small and helpless as you might feel in the face of that huge concrete institution, all you have to do is stick true to what makes you feel comfortable and safe, and let the first week back just roll over your shoulders. it’ll be over sooner than you think, i just know it. you’re very loved and will get through this!!!! ^o^


school resources:

mental health resources

misc resources!!!


i’m here for you if you need me. my skype is chelspuffle. be safe and be strong, friends!!!!


Some words for hangover, like ours, refer prosaically to the cause: the Egyptians say they are “still drunk,” the Japanese “two days drunk,” the Chinese “drunk overnight.” The Swedes get “smacked from behind.” But it is in languages that describe the effects rather than the cause that we begin to see real poetic power. Salvadorans wake up “made of rubber,” the French with a “wooden mouth” or a “hair ache.” The Germans and the Dutch say they have a “tomcat,” presumably wailing. The Poles, reportedly, experience a “howling of kittens.” My favorites are the Danes, who get “carpenters in the forehead.” In keeping with the saying about the Eskimos’ nine words for snow, the Ukrainians have several words for hangover.

Hangovers, translated, from A Few Too Many

In honor of tonight’s overindulgence and tomorrow’s consequences, one of my favorite New Yorker essays of all time. 

(via pinwheeling)