Dare Me to Live

"I’m always torn between wanting to tell my story to everyone to let them know exactly what is in my..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 04:11:10 -0500

“I’m always torn between wanting to tell my story to everyone to let them know exactly what is in my head and keeping it to myself. The problem is being unhappy and consistently so pushes people away, no matter if they say they’re always there to listen there is only so much even your best friends can listen too. On the other hand, to pretend everything is fine is to poison yourself from the inside out; it is to ignore who you are and lose yourself. So which is better – to have friends that think you are melodramatic, attention seeking and pessimistic or to drown in your own mind?”

- (via thelovewhisperer)

"God we fuck up teenagers’ heads. We tell them that biological conditions are moral punishments and..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 04:07:09 -0500

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God we fuck up teenagers’ heads. We tell them that biological conditions are moral punishments and then we get all shocked when they don’t practice rational risk management of biological conditions. We teach them “sex is super desirable and all the cool kids do it, and it’s hideously shameful and will destroy your life” and we wonder why they act an eensy bit neurotic about it. If you tried to design a system for making sexually active kids confused and unsafe, you couldn’t do much better than the American media and school system.

And for once, the answer is relatively simple. Just talk about sex like it’s a part of life. Some people have sex and some people don’t, because people are different. STIs aren’t bad because they’re Dirty Crotch Rot; they’re bad because they’re contagious illnesses like strep throat or whooping cough, and you can ask a doctor to check for and treat them just like you would with strep throat. Unwanted pregnancy isn’t a scarlet A; it’s a mostly-preventable accident that sometimes occurs when people are going about their normal business of having sex. You can ask the school counselor about a variety of topics, including career planning, problems at home, questions about sex, or conflicts with teachers.

If we could just get the goddamn stick out of our collective ass and accept that sex is a human activity and teenagers are humans, maybe there wouldn’t be quite so many plaintive “I don’t understand my body and I’m confused and scared and I don’t know anyone I can ask in person” messages flying out into the world.

”

- The Pervocracy - “Teenage Panic.” (via klonazepam)

"The difference between being loved and being fucked is I can’t remember how the first feels. I..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 03:52:45 -0500

“The difference
between being loved and being fucked
is I can’t remember how the first feels.
I come to bed quiet, kiss with my eyes closed,
hate how easily I touch you.

Find me the sweetest boy, with a heart
more hopeful than spun sugar on a hot day,
I will teach him the meaning of meaningless
nights. The whole time, every moment, wishing
he’d crack me open, rib by rib, to see
how I work. How I bleed.

”

- Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

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Thu, 23 May 2013 03:51:35 -0500

Got my grade back

Mon, 06 May 2013 08:57:55 -0500

barely got back into a good mood, and now it’s gone.

At first my reaction was

but now, I’m really….

"I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2am phone calls or stealing kisses..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 05:19:11 -0500

“I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2am phone calls or stealing kisses when you least expect it, or instantly falling for each other’s favorite songs because it is, or at least that’s what the lead up to it feels like, but real love, is so much more. It’s going out at 12am to get something to eat for your wife who can’t get out of bed, it’s listening to them as they explode with vulnerability on your living room couch talking about how they were only so young when their parents passed on. it’s remembering how someone likes their coffee in the morning without asking—without ever asking, it’s visiting someone in the hospital knowing the last thing you want to do is see them in that condition, it’s wanting to be with that person despite everything, the future, the past, and everything in between, it’s the intimate things that you don’t even realize involve such intimacy, but they do, in secret, like the pinky promises you two made behind your back, to love one another for always, in the time you thought you were in love, when you were actually just on your way to it.”

- (via everybodyphoto)

langleav: Three Questions by Lang Leav

Mon, 06 May 2013 05:18:14 -0500

langleav:

Three Questions by Lang Leav

"Just look at life with more playful eyes. Don’t be serious. Seriousness becomes like a blindness...."

Mon, 06 May 2013 05:17:53 -0500

“Just look at life with more playful eyes. Don’t be serious. Seriousness becomes like a blindness. Don’t pretend to be a thinker, a philosopher. Just simply be a human being. The whole world is showering its joy on you in so many ways, but you are too serious, you cannot open your heart.”

- Osho (via sorakeem)

"I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip,..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 05:17:30 -0500

“I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.”

- Jonathan Carroll (via everybodyphoto)

"When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional,..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 05:10:59 -0500

“When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.”

- Stevie Nicks (via amon-isis)

yanilavigne: (Quotes here)

Mon, 06 May 2013 05:08:31 -0500

yanilavigne:

(Quotes here)

"We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans — because we..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 05:07:07 -0500

“We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans — because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thin… but who we are internally… perhaps even spiritually. There’s something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. The more courageous we are, the more we succeed in explaining what we know.”

- Maya Angelou on why we write. Also see Joan Didion and George Orwell on the same. (via everybodyphoto)

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Mon, 06 May 2013 05:06:37 -0500

cratur: “lifestlye”

Mon, 06 May 2013 05:04:50 -0500

cratur:

“lifestlye”

"Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 04:50:40 -0500

““Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth.
Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now, welcome home.””

- Warsan Shire (via a-wolf-from-the-steppes)

i just don’t know anymore.

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 15:53:59 -0500

i just don’t know anymore.

"Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one..."

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 20:27:15 -0500

“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…”

- Timothy Leary (via perfect)

satan-winchester: laurenn1200: mrs-du-lac: The only Doctor...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 20:03:23 -0500

satan-winchester:

laurenn1200:

mrs-du-lac:

The only Doctor Who character who was only in one episode and has his own fandom.

ALWAYS REBLOG

This is a must reblog everytime you see it, dont care if you reblogged it two seconds ago

Is that Colin Morgan

Yes that’s Colin Morgan being beautiful as usual

I don’t think so, tumblr.

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Sat, 23 Mar 2013 19:53:42 -0500

derekteddyyo: not-broke-just-bent: pedrotojal: This will make...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 23:35:51 -0500

The day my sister got back from the hospital after a suicide attempt. I didnt let go for about an hour.

Kid just found out his brother was shot and killed.

A Russian war veteran kneels beside the tank he spent the war in, now a monument.

Man sobbing at animal shelter. After being jailed briefly and his dog Buzz Lightyear impounded he couldn’t afford the $400 to get his pet back.

A firefighter gives water to a koala during the devastating Black Saturday bushfires that burned across Victoria, Australia, in 2009.

Alcoholic father with his son

Robert Peraza pauses at his son’s name on the 9/11 Memorial during the tenth anniversary ceremonies at the site of the World Trade Center.

Greg Cook hugs his dog Coco after finding her inside his destroyed home in Alabama following the Tornado in March, 2012

After two double lung transplants and years of battling cystic fibrosis, my good friend passed away last Saturday. This was one of the last pics taken with his mother.

derekteddyyo:

not-broke-just-bent:

pedrotojal:

This will make you think about life.

1) The day my sister got back from the hospital after a suicide attempt. I didnt let go for about an hour.

2) Kid just found out his brother was shot and killed.

3) A Russian war veteran kneels beside the tank he spent the war in, now a monument.

4) Man sobbing at animal shelter. After being jailed briefly and his dog Buzz Lightyear impounded he couldn’t afford the $400 to get his pet back.

5) A firefighter gives water to a koala during the devastating Black Saturday bushfires that burned across Victoria, Australia, in 2009.

6) Alcoholic father with his son

7) Robert Peraza pauses at his son’s name on the 9/11 Memorial during the tenth anniversary ceremonies at the site of the World Trade Center.

8) Greg Cook hugs his dog Coco after finding her inside his destroyed home in Alabama following the Tornado in March, 2012

9) After two double lung transplants and years of battling cystic fibrosis, my good friend passed away last Saturday. This was one of the last pics taken with his mother.

I really hate being a girl and having hormones because I am crying for like the fourth time TONIGHT because of a post on Tumblr. I am so done.

Wow… Just… Wow.