What we see isn't always what we get.

meditatiom: ॐ ~ peace ~ ॐ

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:18:12 -0400

meditatiom:

ॐ ~ peace ~ ॐ

Photo

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:17:40 -0400

Photo

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:16:20 -0400

Photo

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:15:22 -0400

"It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:14:28 -0400

“

It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.

”

-
You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s, Ryan O’Connell

(via genioussteals)

Photo

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:07:28 -0400

dickflavouredsoup: her eyes were the colour of

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:06:54 -0400

dickflavouredsoup:

her eyes were the colour of

panickyintheuk: icanttellyouwhotobe: androcidal: home-of-amazo...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:06:26 -0400

panickyintheuk:

icanttellyouwhotobe:

androcidal:

home-of-amazons:

inthelandoflesbianism:

Hahahahahahahahaaaaaa this was definitely made by a straight guy

What this image really means: “I am terrible at sex.”

THERE IS NOTHING COMPLEX OR DIFFICULT ABOUT THE CLITORIS I’M SO MAD LIKE IT’S RIGHT THERE AND YOU JUST GOTTA TOUCH IT

………I don’t understand why the clitoris is such a mystery

it’s right there

I mean, if you’re a lazy fuck and you don’t care about your partners’ pleasure, then maybe it’s difficult to figure out

but for fucks’ sake, it’s right there, it engorges with blood and everything to make it easier to find

fuck

srsly tho it’s RIGHT THERE

maybe we should retaliate by claiming that we can’t find the penis

“it’s right there!”

“here?”

“no those are my balls”

“in here somewhere?”

“that’s my anus please stop prodding at it”

"Don’t fall in love with a curious one. They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:02:43 -0400

“Don’t fall in love with a curious one.
They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like.
They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite person. They will ask why.
They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals.
The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream
for joy, and anger, and heartbreak.
Their skin will turn into pages
that you learn to pour out your entire being in.
Don’t fall in love with the curious one.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did
Exactly what they did to make you love them.
Year, month, week, day.
“What time was it? What did I say? What did I do?
How did you feel?”
Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there.
They will unbutton your shirt
and read every scar
every mark
every curve.
They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being
then walk back home and eat their dinner and never return your calls.
You will never be their lifelong expedition. The heart is a mystery only for so long.
There is no ache like loving a curious one
who chases every falling star and never catching one.
Who comes and sees and conquers
and leaves.

I’ve fallen in love with a curious one.
Maybe one day he will take the train back home
and be curious enough to read one last message from me
carved on a seat.

“There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day
as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.”

- Don’t Fall In Love With The Curious One (via thewastedgeneration)

Photo

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:00:38 -0400

otterparade: cityofbadass: Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel?...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:59:10 -0400

otterparade:

cityofbadass:

Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?

“And then there’s this asshole”

Photo

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:59:00 -0400

Photo

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:57:39 -0400

"A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:57:22 -0400

“A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.”

- (via startswithg00dbye)

<3 Mayday Parade. Heroes.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:57:06 -0400

<3 Mayday Parade. Heroes.

littlegreybook: “We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:55:13 -0400

littlegreybook:

“We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.”—John C. Moffi

Photo

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:54:52 -0400

Photo

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:54:17 -0400

sexdrugsandconverse: he is literally to perfect.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:47:07 -0400

sexdrugsandconverse:

he is literally to perfect.

gottacatchemall: [時代はめぐる]

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:46:03 -0400

gottacatchemall:

[時代はめぐる]