So forgive me
‘Cause I don’t know what to do when you look at me
There can be no hesitation
There cannot be a close second to you
I don’t know what to do
“ Never allow anyone to rain on your parade and thus cast a pall of gloom and defeat on the entire day. Remember that no talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character, are required to set up in the fault-finding business. Nothing external can have any power over you unless you permit it. Your time is too precious to be sacrificed in wasted days combating the menial forces of hate, jealously, and envy. Guard your fragile life carefully. Only God can shape a flower, but any foolish child can pull it to pieces.
Og Mandino (via calidre) (via quote-book) (via standverystill)
“ The world is not full of Attractive People and Unattractive People. It’s full of people who are attractive to some and not to others. I hear from trolls all the time who complain that they don’t want to be “forced” to find nasty, ugly fat women attractive–which utterly baffles me, since the last thing I want to do is encourage fat-hating dicks to date fat women. You don’t find fat people attractive? Fabulous. Don’t date them. I will find a way to pick myself up and move on without your love. But to assume your lack of sexual interest in fat chicks must be universal–or that the mere existence of self-confident fat people having healthy relationships somehow “forces” you to find fat attractive–is the height of fucking narcissism.
Kate Harding wins the universe every day. (via wannablessedbereturns) (via gauntlet) (via thecurvature) (via robot-heart-politics) (via buyhercandy) (via okayjokesover) (via unicornology) (via standverystill)
“ When I’m lying in my bed, I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.
THE SMITHS // (via thingsgohazy) (via thelovelybones) (via standverystill)
tiresome:(via thingsgohazy)
I am having a lonely day
Fredensborg - Denmark (via Leopoldo Esteban)
I need money and a passport. Seriously… I just need to see something new for a while
small steps heavy hooves
4 exams and a 2500 word essay and I’m done for a few weeks. I have never felt so unmotivated. Lately I have been sleeping my life away, covered in goosebumps. The room’s cold but the heater makes the air so dry. Chaps my lips, makes me itch. Apartment’s constantly filled with people I don’t want to socialize with; I have been locked up in this bedroom for two days and I don’t have the attention span to watch an entire movie. Pause Rebel Without a Cause an hour and 22 minutes in, am I supposed to believe James Dean is 16? There’s experience in that creased forehead. I’m feeling increasingly guilty about the things I put into my body and I’m trying to teach myself to see hunger pangs as success. For a smart person I sure am an idiot. I’m getting bad vibes from 1200 kilometers away; I want to ask if you are okay and I want you to be honest. Yeah, maybe you’re insane but I miss you. Abridged Christmas cards, there is so much in those messages that I did not write down and I want them to be deciphered.
So much I should be doing.. studying, researching, pouring heart and soul into my work. Anxiety is braiding my organs, I feel like I literally cannot do any of the things I need to do. All I ever want to do is sleep. And yeah, maybe it’s dumb, but I wish you weren’t going to be gone so long. I need to remember how to make friends so I don’t become dependent on you.
