It's Alright. Isn't it Alright?

Names my parents considered

Penny: I like this one, especially since I have red hair. What a missed opportunity.

Beth: Fat.

April: Sort of fat. 

Victoria: Not fat in itself, but Tori? Fat.

Emma: My mom actually accidentally called me this for the first entire day of my life. 

Gonoreal: Oh lord. Oxford graduate fathers. 

There is something so beautiful about the silence created by bare feet walking against a wood floor.

i can only write when inspired. does that make me a fraud, or smart?

juliannebull:

it is infinitely easier to pinpoint the times in life you have felt betrayed, hurt, or lost than the times when you felt free, alive, or happy. why? because we, as a generation focus on the negativity in order to be able to fit in? or because we are simply wired this way now, to remember the bad times so they don’t shock us so much when they come back? i, for one, have had precious few good experiences with friends. the few ive managed to hold onto over years of moving around seem to end up being nothing more than acquaintances, and those i make in the meantime always end up finding a way to disappoint me. i hold dear to me those who will take time out of their day to call me when i really need it, cheer me up or listen to me. in my mind it isn’t about the amount of time i’ve known someone, but what they’ve done for me in that time. i know i’m difficult. i know that being around me can be nearly impossible at times. but the fact that there are still people out there, as scared as i might be to find them, who are willing to put a few good memories in a scrapbook that seems filled to the brim with bad, that’s enough to keep me going any day. there are people we meet that change us, that move us and shake us to our core so forcefully that we’re never quite the same. there are people that are dropped into our lives seemingly without purpose, who end up becoming our purpose. i don’t know if many people understand how important friendship really is. but if you die without it, you’ve never lived. and if you live to see it, you’ll never really die.

I just realized Weeds has absolutely nothing to do with weed anymore.