When everyone else is too polite to be the first...
I’m just like:
Nowadays, we lavish praise on our children. Praise, self-confidence and academic...– The science of why instilling admiration for hard work rather than raw talent is the key to fostering a healthy relationship with achievement and cultivating a well-adjusted mind. (via explore-blog) But you don’t want to feel like nothing you do is enough
this urn will turn you into a tree after you die
seapeny: rainbow-road-to-happiness: You can choose what kind of tree you want to become Idk I just find this beautiful just imagine cemeteries looking like this a forest of living, changing, beautiful trees. I think a tombstone holds much more finality in death than a tree. It’s like you are living on symbolically through something greater than yourself. this is a serious post...
Short sleep duration and decreased sleep quality are emerging risk factors for...– Researchers find evening chronotypes, a.k.a. “night owls,” are at higher risk for obesity, stress, and other health perils. Find out more about the science of your chronotype and how sleep affects your day-to-day, including your mood. (via explore-blog)
Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In...– Sri Ravi Shankar (via stellablu)
I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern...– Oscar Wilde (Picture of Dorian Gray)
ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from...
Sorry, but it’s not true http://www.snopes.com/crime/warnings/childlure.asp
Sherlock: "Simpler minds have always confused great honesty, with great rudeness."
“You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female.’” -Erin McKean
Ironically, despite all those posts. Yahoo just...
Don’t muck it up :|
We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a...– W. Somerset Maugham (via whiskey-memories)
I'm so tired of reading...I'll be sporadically on...