I’ve realized that you can’t really hack someone’s tumblr like you can on Facebook. On Facebook you can update a status to say, “I like dick in the eyeball,” and everyone would be freaked out. On tumblr, people would be like, “yeah man me too.” Then post a gif from supernatural.
"how to perfect the natural, no makeup look"
step 1. you will need these 27 cosmetic products
“The world isn’t cruel, it’s just the people in it.”
Ten Word Story
I am at the point where I no longer care
if dreaming and breathing
are the same thing.
They are all I can do
All I am good for.
And that makes me think
that maybe these dreams I breathe
are all that I am.
i just want to feel comfortable with my body
i don’t have to love it
i don’t have to think it’s perfect
i don’t have to think it’s amazing
i just want to be comfortable
that would be okay
that would be more than okay
i’m just so tired of feeling uncomfortable
someone mentioned april fools today, and it reminded me that last year a couple of radio DJs got taken off the air and almost faced felony charges because they told their audience that the local water supply was contaminated with “Dihydrogen Monoxide” and alot of people panicked
Dihydrogen - (two hydrogen)
Monoxide - (one oxygen)
some guys almost got arrested for telling people there was water in their taps.
why fall in love when you can fall back asleep??
“I woke up thinking a very pleasant thought. There is lots left in the world to read.”
Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist (via observando)
“people are walking around with broken spines
smoking cigarettes and laughing from their hollow lungs
carrying their burdens like backpacks
trying to solve them like math homework
like calculators and erasers can expel errors executed
and if you work at it long enough you can
learn to fix the problem infinite times like
life solutions can be taught and learned like
saying your first word or
reading your first book like
you can learn to navigate life like
you learned to navigate traffic like
a swerve in the road is the same kind of turn
as a swerve in your fate like
people use blinkers when they merge into your lane like
people honk horns when you get in their way like
they won’t run you over if you look both ways
they slam on their breaks at
an ungodly place and you
cover your face but
it’s already too late because
they don’t use blinkers when fate swerves to the left and
they have blinders on when they run the red and
horns don’t honk when people’s feet and hearts are made of lead and
erasers expel marks not scars and
calculators don’t work on broken hearts and
the first letters we’ve learned have formed weapons not words and
when we stuff our backpacks with burdens we carry the weight of the world and
that’s why our spines are broken and bent
we won’t take them off
we just let them sit
we just wait to fix problems we can’t mend
and we struggle to learn how to predict the life we live in
life has no map
no road signs
no re-do’s and
nothings one hundred percent and
there’s no solution to this affliction we call life
take your burdens off and
shed them like skin
like paint coming off of nails and
burn them with your fears
with your anxieties
with the weights you wear like fashion accessories.
they never looked very good on you anyway.
paint your face with your favorite colors
and wear them around
and learn from your mistakes but
don’t try to control life as if
it’s something you’re able to steer.”
backpack burdens // m.l.m (via mar-gar-3t)
we are bent at stone, patterning it into a patron. we are whittling shrines from tin and timber. we will travel miles to hold communions with morsels of an illusion. we will forgo the wealth of presence to worship a renowned absence.,
in summary, we will believe in a fabled invisibility but keep our own tangible, internal divinities out of range from that unwavering line of sight we call faith.
we trust everything, even that which does not exist. everything except ourselves.