nogoodturkey:

accioguitardis:

cyberunfamous:

trillow:

how much do islands cost i want one

Less than a college education

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what the fuck

Agribusiness

shitmystudentswrite:

Many people were farmers in the 18th and 19th centuries because they did not have Wal-Mart.

"

People are always telling me, “Don’t look back in anger,”

but that seems irrational.

Of course I am going to be angry. I have every right to be enraged; every divine privilege to spit fire and incinerate galaxies.

But feeling anger and being consumed by it are two different things.

Touch the burner on the stove but do not leave it there.

Gaze at the sun but do not stare.

If you have been abused, anger is the healthiest thing you can ever feel.

Place it wisely, though.

Do not put it on your skin.

Do not engrave it on anything but his tombstone.

Burn but do not be burned.

"
my thoughts on anger and trauma (via iamnotthesociopath)

thepunkrocker:

thescentofsouls:

I’ll respect your opinion as long as your opinion doesn’t disrespect my existence.

THIS PHRASE SHOULD BE WRITTEN EVERYWHERE AROUND THE WORLD 

"I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest."
Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via castletonsnob)
"I’m not afraid of my truth anymore, and I will not omit pieces of myself to make you more comfortable."
~ Alex Elle (via bookuse)
"

Here is some advice and I want you to listen to it very, very closely:

If they don’t want to be with you now, they will not want to be with you later on. You should not stand at the doorway of any person and beg to be let in. You should never dig in your chest, extract your heart and hand it bloody and beating to them, like a dog offering up a possum to his master. If they wanted your heart, they would have broken down the cage of your ribs to get at it.

See, love is the strongest current, the greatest force, the heaviest mass that no one has ever been able to measure. It does not see race, distance, age, disability, sexual orientation, gender identity. Love just is—it is all powerful and it is all encompassing. You feel it like hurricane forced winds, 1,000 volts of electricity, a billion newtons.

Love is powered by the heat of the sun and the wax and wane of the moon. Once it is dead, once the sun has cast a shadow over it, there is no reviving it. You can shine all the sun you want on their heart, but if they do not love you there is no turning over that engine. It is never going to come out of the shadows and wrap itself around you.

No one is ever ‘ready’ to love, but they know when they want to. If you offer up your heart like a big bloody steak and someone shrugs their shoulders and says, “I am a vegetarian.” You shouldn’t keep lingering on the borders of their life hoping that one day they are going to roll over, start eating meat, and choose your heart to devour first.

There are few people in the world worth waiting for, worth standing around in the rain for. Most people are not albino turtles—they are not that rare. That person you are waiting for is not the great Russian Yeti, but yet you are spending your entire fucking life being young, and gorgeous, and talented waiting in a tree for him to come out of hiding and into your trap.

I think it’s time you got out of the tree, okay? I think it’s time you came down, okay? Down here to the world of the living, where great people will take your heart, keep it in a glass case, water it when it is wilting, feed it when it is peckish, put it to bed when it is tired. Sure, you might miss the thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the chase, but one day you’re going to look back and realize that the only reason that Yeti kept letting you chase him, the only reason he didn’t lose you in the forest all this time, was because you made him feel important, special, wanted.

And you deserve to feel that way too, you know?

You deserve it just as much as anyone else.

Maybe even more than the rest.

"
Kristen Fiore, A Tree is No Place for Your Heart  (via southernoptimism)

jklawls:

startin the day with your eye liner like 

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endin the day with your eye liner like 

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allieisawesome2:

andletmysoulfly:

xoriak:

claire-leah:

So, someone posted this question during the Owl City fan Q&A on FB today, and this happened.
I don’t know what to think or if I can even.

I could barely handle Adam and Lindsey not to mention the Blinding Light remix if tHIS hAPPENS

I WILL ACTUALLY CRYYYYYY

OHMYLAND IM SCREAMING

allieisawesome2:

andletmysoulfly:

xoriak:

claire-leah:

So, someone posted this question during the Owl City fan Q&A on FB today, and this happened.

I don’t know what to think or if I can even.

I could barely handle Adam and Lindsey not to mention the Blinding Light remix if tHIS hAPPENS

I WILL ACTUALLY CRYYYYYY

OHMYLAND IM SCREAMING

"I wonder how they could yell Barabbas instead of Jesus.
I wonder how they sang Hosanna and days later, Crucify him.
I wonder how Pontius could wash his hands of it, as though a dirty conscience could be so easily cleaned.

But — I am Barabbas, sinner set free.
I yell Crucify him as I sing praises with ease.
I am Pontius, who turned a blind eye to glory.
And yet, so Christ still died for me.
Still he died, where I should be,
a perfect love on that tree."
J.S. (via jspark3000)
"

Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

"
Another Piece About You  (via thefourthandfrattiest)

Getting a friend hooked on something you’ve been obsessing over for a long time:

backrowforlife:

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