this is literally what i have been saying since i was born
four for you Pope Francis, you go Pope Francis
I’m so happy right now.
Good to see he has some redeeming qualities.
(via schrodingerhasacat)
this is literally what i have been saying since i was born
four for you Pope Francis, you go Pope Francis
I’m so happy right now.
Good to see he has some redeeming qualities.
(via schrodingerhasacat)
(Source: mayablanca, via l3ts-fuck-lif3-up-tog3th3r)
(via amusedreams)
This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.
(Source: hellanne, via blisswithintheabyss)
Typewriter Series #422 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Forest levitation by Anka Zhuravleva
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(via incandescentblatherings)
Which means I really don’t need anyone to fix me. It’s my job to learn how, and not yours. Believe it or not, its the little things that can spin very quickly into full-blown panic. And NO. Throwing me into those situations is NOT effective. So, really, leave me to decide what to eat for breakfast by myself. It’s not going to change the world, forcing me into deciding right away. It’s not going to make me “better”.
When it comes to my opinions, you need to accept the fact that I generally don’t have them. And again, forcing me to state an opinion that I don’t actually have is ineffective for obvious reasons.
Accept me for who I am, please. That’s all I’m asking. Really, I’m glad the world finds me amusing… honestly, it’s nice to have people laugh, even if it is at my expense, because joy is something we need more of.
It hurts sometimes, when people try to fix me. It’s like I’m not good enough for them as I am… which I suppose is true. I’ve never really been good enough. And now I have even more reasons why people dislike me…
And now I feel bad, for asking people not to try and fix me. Because they are only trying to help… It just… doesn’t. It makes me feel unloved, and unwanted.
I wish it was as easy as you forcing me to make a decision, but if that worked… don’t you think I would know?
Family sucks, sometimes.
I’m almost positive that this is the botanical garden in Balboa Park, San Diego. Anyone concur?
(via fly-ever-forward)
(via surviving-on-hope)
All is solemn, all is pale where she stands.
(via incandescentblatherings)