I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
19/10/14 at 1:23am
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thoughts on the sheer beauty of humanity

writingsforwinter:

It’s strange to think that the person you’re going to marry is somewhere out there, eating lunch in a subway station or spilling coffee on their dress slacks only five minutes before they have to leave the house for work, or looking in the mirror and hating what they see. Who knows how many mouths they’ve kissed, how many people they’ve slept with, but eventually, like a Ferris wheel returning to its starting point, they will always point back to you.

There are so many cities in this world and so many buildings, thousands of skyscrapers with people in them like little tiny ants, staring down from their glass windows and wishing they could be somewhere else. 10,000 daughters smoking one last cigarette with their dying mothers after so many years of saying no; they fall back into their old habits because they know there’s only one more time to do the things they loved with their parents. Their parents, who will be dead and in the ground, and sometimes these daughters or these sons have to pre-plan their parents’ funerals and pick out the right color of caskets, when really, who will even notice what color the casket is? It could be midnight blue or hot pink and the mourners would be too teary-eyed to tell the difference.

And so many teenagers making love for the first time in hotel beds or on rooftops, awkwardly, sweetly, some forgetting condoms, others making the conscious decision not to use them. Clumsy at first; they’ll be afraid of showing one another their skin, but soon they’ll fall into a rhythm, like the ocean waves figuring out how to touch the shore gently after so many months of tsunamis.

Some of those teenagers will get pregnant and go on to have round, glowing bellies, and their children will grow inside them like pearls inside the shell of an oyster, lives going in and out of the world all the time. And someone somewhere is getting drunk at a party or getting stoned alone in a guest room, heavy with the weight of the world. Sometimes the world is just a cross that we all have to bear, a cross so heavy that we bend beneath it, our backs low to the ground. Someone sitting in a car by themselves at night, underneath a streetlight, closing their eyes and wishing to be somewhere else.

There is someone right now who could be Skyping you or holding your hand or traveling halfway across the world just to see you, or looking up at an approaching asteroid at the exact same moment you are. There are millions and billions of combinations and intersection points for every human being, and at every given intersection point, there is the possiblity of you and one another human being.

So many bodies that could have come together like puzzle pieces but never found their way to one another, so many hands that could have touched but didn’t.

19/10/14 at 1:22am
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how to fall in love properly

writingsforwinter:

Fall in love with the right people. Don’t go for the toxic ones, the ones that question your decisions and actions and make you feel guilty for wanting to spend some time alone. You have every right to hole up in your room and eat Ramen noodles and flip through People magazines by yourself for a few hours if you want to. Don’t ever let the person you care about most make you feel ashamed for having some sense of self-preservation.

Fall in love with the person who treats every day like sunburnt skin peeled away from burning shoulders, revealing the fresh, new, freckled layers underneath. Mistakes cannot be erased, but someday someone will teach you that they can, in fact, be covered over. So fall in love with the person who rips off days quickly like band-aids and doesn’t spend an inordinate amount of time dwelling on things that shouldn’t have been said or could have been said but weren’t.

Do not ever confuse loneliness with the need for love. Just because you are lonely does not mean you can replace that loneliness with a human being. Voids cannot be filled by people, because people are only human, of course, and cannot adapt to the shape of the void and fill it up like liquid, like milk does to a glass. Loneliness is feeling like the only person in the world in a crowd of people, or wanting a hand to hold. A hand is not equivalent to a whole human being; it’s just a part of them. Holding someone’s hand does not equal love.

Fall in love with the person who makes you want to be an active participant in life, who won’t let you sleep in for two more hours, who shoves your hand away from hitting the snooze button, who will buy one more alarm clock for each one you destroy. Fall in love with the person who wakes you up early to go rock climbing or mountain hiking or white water rafting, who will stand with you at the top of a cliff and look out over the edge with you and not put their arm around you, but let you know that they’re there simply by being next to you. Fall in love with them because they will make you treat life like an exciting gift, not one your aunt gave you and you immediately want to return back to the store with the attached receipt.

You have to stop being afraid of failure, of meeting someone in a bar and talking with them over a few drinks. You have to stop being afraid that every exchanged glance will end in avoidance or an end to all text messages. And while you’re at it, stop treating people like coping mechanisms. Not all of them are going to be there to help you deal down the whole path; sometimes you have to walk alone. Don’t take a person for a ride and then discard them in an empty forest to fend for themselves.

So fall in love with someone you are willing to take on a few road trips and detours along the way, with someone who is willing to park at a rest stop and wait for an hour while you stand in the tiny bathroom at the mirror with hands shaking so hard it feels like aftershocks from an earthquake are running through your body when you’re just trying to be okay. Fall in love with the person who will not only wait for you in the car for an hour, but will also pack your favorite snacks and blankets and mix-tapes to listen to when you get out of the bathroom.

Stop thinking that sex is the end-all, be-all, or that it’s the proof of a successful relationship. Don’t treat lovers as notches in a bedpost or tally marks on a dorm room wall. Treasure the time you have with them for what it’s worth, and don’t play them like a banjo. Treat them with decency.

And finally, remember that falling in love is not always about falling in love with someone else.

The most important thing to remember is you need to fall in love with yourself too, and granted, that’s a whole lot harder than falling in love with someone else, but every step counts.

After all, if you don’t take the first step, you won’t ever make it to the top of the stairs.

13/10/14 at 15:46pm
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thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

Lion: AGGGGGGGHHHHH
YOU HAVE VANQUISHED ME, MIGHTY BEAST
Cub: DAD STOP
Lion: EVERYTHING…GOING…DARK
Cub: DAD OH MY GOD
Lion: REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE…

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

Lion: AGGGGGGGHHHHH

YOU HAVE VANQUISHED ME, MIGHTY BEAST

Cub: DAD STOP

Lion: EVERYTHING…GOING…DARK

Cub: DAD OH MY GOD

Lion: REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE…

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13/10/14 at 15:45pm
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abominable-twat:

SQUAD

abominable-twat:

SQUAD

13/10/14 at 15:44pm
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09/9/14 at 17:06pm

I fucking love college.

18/8/14 at 1:16am
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thoughts on the sheer beauty of humanity

writingsforwinter:

It’s strange to think that the person you’re going to marry is somewhere out there, eating lunch in a subway station or spilling coffee on their dress slacks only five minutes before they have to leave the house for work, or looking in the mirror and hating what they see. Who knows how many mouths they’ve kissed, how many people they’ve slept with, but eventually, like a Ferris wheel returning to its starting point, they will always point back to you.

There are so many cities in this world and so many buildings, thousands of skyscrapers with people in them like little tiny ants, staring down from their glass windows and wishing they could be somewhere else. 10,000 daughters smoking one last cigarette with their dying mothers after so many years of saying no; they fall back into their old habits because they know there’s only one more time to do the things they loved with their parents. Their parents, who will be dead and in the ground, and sometimes these daughters or these sons have to pre-plan their parents’ funerals and pick out the right color of caskets, when really, who will even notice what color the casket is? It could be midnight blue or hot pink and the mourners would be too teary-eyed to tell the difference.

And so many teenagers making love for the first time in hotel beds or on rooftops, awkwardly, sweetly, some forgetting condoms, others making the conscious decision not to use them. Clumsy at first; they’ll be afraid of showing one another their skin, but soon they’ll fall into a rhythm, like the ocean waves figuring out how to touch the shore gently after so many months of tsunamis.

Some of those teenagers will get pregnant and go on to have round, glowing bellies, and their children will grow inside them like pearls inside the shell of an oyster, lives going in and out of the world all the time. And someone somewhere is getting drunk at a party or getting stoned alone in a guest room, heavy with the weight of the world. Sometimes the world is just a cross that we all have to bear, a cross so heavy that we bend beneath it, our backs low to the ground. Someone sitting in a car by themselves at night, underneath a streetlight, closing their eyes and wishing to be somewhere else.

There is someone right now who could be Skyping you or holding your hand or traveling halfway across the world just to see you, or looking up at an approaching asteroid at the exact same moment you are. There are millions and billions of combinations and intersection points for every human being, and at every given intersection point, there is the possiblity of you and one another human being.

So many bodies that could have come together like puzzle pieces but never found their way to one another, so many hands that could have touched but didn’t.

17/8/14 at 16:10pm
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17/8/14 at 16:09pm
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fancyadance:

Albi Cathedral, France

17/8/14 at 16:09pm
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alwaysbecket:

660

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