Queen of California

hello there! sam here :)
-huge john mayer fan :D somewhat of a tech geek , listener, observer, dreamer, from CA

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what’s that thing called when your crush likes you back

oh yeah

imagination

(Source: knucklepuckyou, via waiting-onabreak-inthetheclouds)

quidditchcapricious:

My absolute favorite thing is finding a book I can’t put down

And reading it until really late at night

And only stopping when my eyes start to hurt and my vision gets blurry from either sleep or strain

And when I put it down I realize how tired I am and fall asleep instantly.

In the morning, I wake up, and the first thing I do is pick up the book

And I read until I’m hungry, or I need to pee.

I just love that.

(Source: quidditchcapricious, via come-back-to-bed-johnny)

"I love that moment. When you’re on a long car ride, or listening to music, or reading. And you completely zone out. You forget your troubles, and everyone around you. You’re focused on that one thing, and that one thing only. You’re content, and everything seems peaceful."

- Unknown (via quotethat)

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woofuckingjiho:

you know that “joke” your friend makes about you and the only problem is that it actually hits home and you sit there and realize that they were probably being serious in an indirect way and covering up their true thoughts by passing it off as a joke and then you just sit there feeling like shit for the entire day

(Source: woofuckingjiho, via waiting-onabreak-inthetheclouds)

greekgogurt:

do you ever look at someone you used to be good friends with and cringe

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texasmeerkat:

whenever I don’t feel good I look up jimmy fallon videos on YouTube and feel instantly better

(via fallenforfallon)

comedynight-doneright:

LOOK I MADE A NICE LIL’ JIMMY COLLAGE

leftforbed:

leftforbed:

mcsnuggie:

true self control is waiting until the movie starts to eat your popcorn

why would the movie eat my popcorn

nevermind i get it

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hitlervevo:

sherwat:

chrissykilljoybitchtits:

inc-omparable:

im-fandoomed:

hitlervevo:

why the fuck cant we text the police

lets say there is a murderer in ur house and you’re hiding behind your sofa and you do have your phone with you but you can’t call the police because the murderer might hear you

Here in Canada you can

Here in England we just… scream and run

Here in Scotland we paint our faces and run towards the murderer

Here in Australia you are the murderer

i hate this site

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beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”