me: I wonder if noise-cancelling headphones work if there’s nothing playing in them
me:
me: oh yeah those are called ear plugs

If your TBR list has become a source of stress, get rid of it. If that pile of unread books in your home gives you guilt rather than anticipatory pleasure, spread those suckers out on the floor and yank out the ones you’re no longer interested in. If you really wanted to read that book you’ve had sitting around for a decade, you’d have done it by now. So what that you spent fifteen bucks on it back in the day? Donate it to a shelter or charity, and give yourself the gift of reading freedom.

TIL looking for reptiles has an actual name, and that name is herping

There is no such thing as a good influence. Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtures are not real to him. His sins, if there are such thing as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else’s music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.

Oscar Wilde (via sophianism)

blogging on Tumblr as yourself is the equivalent of awkwardly darting into a social circle, yelling very loudly about something you like, and darting out again, hoping against hope no one person in that social circle (or god forbid the entire social circle) will decide you’re a freak and start screaming at you in front of everyone

You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.

Dita Von Teese (via snorlaxatives)