aegissi:

I have to admit. I am not living la vida loca

killjoychronicles:

what do you mean it’s “”not healthy”” for me to lock myself in my room all day and completely isolate myself from everyone

arofluid:

*packs all my stuffed animals in my bag* i’m ready to go

automaticfave:

Everyone THINKS they know the facts but I bet y’all didn’t know that John F. Kennedy was really just ‘John Kennedy’ until he died. The ‘F’ was added later to pay respects. In this essay, I will

ebookporn:

I love words and language. They are magical living spells that can change and transform with context.

therainshallmakeadoor:

actualmythicalcreature:

ketenkusu:

y-that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick:

anxietyproblem:

This is what hozier meant when he says he falls a little bit in love everyday with someone new

I once watched a girl in the produce aisle pick up a bushel of bananas that were precariously perched on the edge and move them farther back and under her breath she said “there you go sweeties - that will be more comfortable” before shuffling off and… I think about her often.

« Silent lovers » is such a sweet way to put it.

luckycharmr:

feeling like maybe. i can only access love through fiction.

shi-saa:

patovpran:

Croatia was hit once again with big earthquakes, third time this year, yesterday 5.2 and today with 6.3. I’m sharing donation links so please donate if you can or share so it reaches more people

First donation link

And

Second donation link

If you are not able to donate, please kindly reblog to spread the word.

angryvenus:

i honestly believe human beings are not meant to live like this. we are meant to live in loving communities and be around nature every day and grow our own food and create art and not work day and night until we die. this longing for another life is not human nature, it’s a symptom of modern society.

oatiebub:

be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.

aw1998monsters:

Anyone: u ok
Me; yeah just thinking about how I’ll never be this young again and about how most of my youth has been lost to depression loneliness and self doubt lol