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Jack & Quinn are both nominated for the King Clancy Memorial Trophy

insane omg

god the loneliness of young adulthood is so real

Dang all my teams lost today

“coming of age” books and movies are so stupid like being a teenager isn’t about having sex and going to parties it’s about staring out your car window after hanging out with your old best friends who you haven’t seen in months and realizing that you aren’t actually friends anymore and that your childhood has been well and truly dead since you were thirteen

Do you know how much it sucks? Losing a best friend? Like actually losing your other and better half? Losing someone you talked to every day, all the time? Someone you looked forward to talking to regardless of what it was, even if it was a fight? Losing someone you gave everything to, to the point where I have nothing else to give anyone else, when the other person can’t even give you the time of day? Losing the person you’d spend every day with if you could? The one person that made you smile. The person that hurt you a million times, over and over, but you still forgave them and would do it all over again if given the chance. The person you do give anything just to see them more time.

Do you really know?

jack’s first concert was Lady Gaga’s ???

Google, how do you cope after you experience canucks hockey...google? Hello??

I find it both fascinating and terrifying that everyone has their own story to tell and yet we barely manage to catch the smallest glimpses of them. We judge someone on what we think we know about them, and it hardly ever occurs to us that the only thing we really know is the way people present themselves to others. We only ever get to see the good parts they decide to show us. It’s scary to think that there is a girl we all know who hides her bruises underneath heavy scarves and turtlenecks, and her pain behind a smile. That the boy around the corner cries himself to sleep every night because he can’t find it in himself to get up every morning and face the world that’s always been too hard on him. We pass men in the streets who just broke up with their girlfriends, their hearts heavy with grief because they would pull down the stars for them but don’t feel like they’re enough. We meet people who cheated and others who were cheated on, we talk to people who buried their darkest secrets so deep in their hearts, they wonder why they poison them from within. We talk about the most basic things, but we never learn that these people may still suffer from their parents’ divorce, that they lost the love of their life, that they have a brother or a mother or a father they don’t speak to anymore. That they wish they had someone to talk to about these kind of things, the relevant things, the strokes of fate and tragedies that really make us who we are and shape us as people. Strangers you’ve never met could have gone through the same thing you did. People you’ve known all your life could be struggling to hold on, to keep fighting - and you’d never know. It’s frightening, isn’t it? We only ever see what others want us to see. And that’s why we shouldn’t be so quick to judge.

(via ninasdrafts)

It’s good to grow and learn to be better. But that doesn’t mean your past self was bad or unworthy or anything like that.

Your past self got you through everything, no matter how hard that might have been. And no matter how much you might think you could have done better.

The important thing is you’re here now and even if your past self didn’t do their best, they still survived and got you here.

“It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”

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