1. nickiminiall:

    isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other human beings?

    (via urban-nightmares)


  2. metaknighty:

    today a 4 foot tall freshman in an angry birds t shirt pushed me out of the way because he “has an honors class to get to move peasant” 

    (Source: metaknighty, via urban-nightmares)


  3. "1) Eat better. You have a chalkboard; use it. Make menus. Plan meals.
    2) Read at least one chapter of a book for fun each day.
    3) Go on a drive once a week. Have no particular destination other than a stop for iced tea. Put on music and see where you end up.
    4) Listen to a record straight through without doing anything else. Sometimes music needs your full attention.
    5) Doodle. Who cares how shitty of an artist you are? Give it a shot. Create.
    6) Go to coffee shops. There’s a million in the city. Get out of the house for a while.
    7) Ask a friend to go to dinner. Simply as friends and for no particular reason. Pick up the bill.
    8) Allow yourself to fall in love. Let things happen. See where it goes. Take the risk."
    — Joshua Angell || Eight Things To Start Doing (via black-cigar)

    (Source: joshwritespoetry, via boyberry)


  5. corsolareef:

    "begin your essay with an interesting fact or quote"
    im gonna fucking ACE this essay

    (via urban-nightmares)


  6. "Don’t waste sunsets with people who will be gone by sunrise."
    — (via sowintergirl)

    (Source: lucyquin, via intoxicatedd--dreams)

  7. (Source: bluexprincessx, via sass-sea)

  8. mamalovebone:

    "its a metaphor, you see—you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you dont give it the power to do its killing"

    (via velociraptor13)


  9. "

    So you were born backwards.
    Your heart covers 80% of your skin.
    It is huge—and it is fragile.
    You don’t know how to chain-link fence your feelings.
    You will find your trust abandoned and bruised on the side of the road—
    Do not leave it there—
    Dust it off and put it right back under your shirt.

    If you don’t learn to stop apologizing for yourself,
    you will mirage out of existence.
    See, someday, that 80% is gonna get you hurt.
    You will tell a woman over and over that you love her,
    and she will say nothing.
    You will sob in public,
    and people will just stare.

    They will want to carve their names into you
    and watch as the pieces fall off—
    let them try.
    Your heart is a geiser and for that you will always feel strange.
    Most people shut down when they get over saturated with feeling;
    most people harden into hate
    - into indifference -
    because the biggest risk we ever take is to love without fear.

    You are not afraid.
    You are a cathedral waiting to be filled with hymns;
    you are an infinite playground;
    you are sky-bound and sprinting,
    so cover your heart in goose-bump armor.
    It will only beat stronger,
    beat louder.

    Keep hoping.
    Stand up on subways and shout compliments to strangers,
    dance, poorly, in public if it makes you feel better.
    Love until it hurts.
    Then love more—you know how.

    There will be days when you’ll wish you were numb;
    when you’ll want to rip your heart off your body
    and find something easier to take its place.
    Collect those days like bricks
    and marvel at the buildings you will make.
    Stand on top, chest open, head up—
    Nobody will ever see the world like you do.

    Never try to be better than the best version of you.
    You are not perfect.
    You are perfectly human

    — Miles Walser, “Perfectly Human” (via pigmenting)

    (via absentions)