21 People On What They Would Tell Their 19-Year-Old Selves
Jonathan, 55:There is no such thing as “the only one”. You will meet lots of “the ones”. Only commit when the timing is right for the both of you – that can take years for some, and that’s okay.
Miranda, 24:Drop pre-med.
Isaac, 48:Deodorant does not count as a shower, and that haircut only looked good on Bon Jovi.
Anya, 42:Make the conscious decision to be happy, and then stick with it. Society will do everything in its power to convince you that your personal happiness is dependent on something external – beauty, success, wealth, etc. – it isn’t.
Parker, 55:60% of the things you think are important now won’t matter a whit to you by the time you reach 50. The trick is to figure out the important 40% and work it.
Megan, 34:He doesn’t love you, and you will be okay.
Peter, 58:Don’t let anything stand in your way of taking part (or all) of your junior year abroad. You’ll never again have quite the same opportunity to experience a foreign land, for an extended period of time, in your youth. It is destined to be one of the most memorable aspects of your life.
Eleanor, 67:Talk less. Listen more.
Donald, 27:There’s a huge difference between who you want to be and who everyone around you wants you to be. Figure out which is which.
Camille, 56:Always remember: when falling off a horse, pull your tongue in.
Jackson, 57:No one knows anything for sure. They’re all just doing the best they can with what they have, just like you.
Vicki, 47:You’ll never have all the answers, so make every question count.
Donald, 38:You don’t have to grow up to be the dad you never had.
Katelyn, 30:Make the most out of college. You will never again be at a place where your only goal is to learn. Learn a lot, learn often, and learn with reckless abandon.
Joshua, 55:Women love to laugh.
Annabelle, 38:Drugs are not beautiful, glamorous or opulent. They are not a remedy, a solution, a cure-all, or a cure-anything.
Colin, 50:You miss so much life when you sleep until 3 PM. Wake up to see sunrises; they are the most stunning of nature’s masterpieces.
Eleanor, 26:Eating two pints of ice cream won’t make you happy. Neither will sprinting 10 miles. Be nice to yourself.
Aaron, 52:Don’t forget to ask that girl in the Oberlin library what kind of perfume she’s wearing. You’ll buy it for her in 20 years.
Scarlett, 54:Don’t be afraid to be yourself. Those that get you will love you, those that don’t, well, their loss. Just remember: Wherever you are, it’s a party.
Zack, 9:I hope you’re awesome. And be nice to girls.
I’ve lost my source of income, and I need some help until I can figure out something else. I’m disabled, mentally ill, and basically alone. My needs are few, but without income, I’m afraid I won’t be able to meet them.
Ok fuck it. An anon suggested it so here it goes…. I planned my suicide 17 days from now…. The anon asked me to do this so fuck it For every 100 notes ill move it a week back. Im doing this just to prove to that anon it wont even get that first 100….
Everyone give this as many notes as you can please.
I cant believe so many people who never knew i even exited cared enough to do this..omg…
José Miguel Rodríguez: Artesano Ebanista, Restaurador de Iglesias.
Conocí a José Miguel en Trinidad, Cuba. Llamó mi atención la pasión con la que habla de su trabajo. Es un artesano que a los 18 años le dieron la gran responsabilidad de restaurar los altares de madera de la Iglesia…
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Here's the deal with making your bed (I've been doing it consistently for over a year, maybe two? How old is this blog?). You get out of bed at balls-ass-early in the morning, make your bed, leave the room, come back to the room, and think, "OMG! My bed! It's so wonderful looking!" and it makes your day like 5 points better right out the gate. It's also fucking hot right now so my "bed making" is balling up the sheet, putting it by the pillows, done. And still pretty. Not hard, no anger. <3
This blog will be three years old in November, which hardly seems possible! My bed-making happens like this: my alarm goes off at the asscrack of dawn, I hit snooze, then the dogs pester me for breakfast, I stumble out of bed and make coffee with only one eye open, feed the dogs, let them out, and then go make my bed once both eyes are open and my fine motor skills are working normally. So I technically air my bed out for 5-10 minutes every morning. And 90% of the time, I am making it over, under, around, or in the midst of a battle with one of the dogs.
It’s an imperfect world, and we’re all just doing our best.