amoying: imagine a world where all living beings coexist with each other, like you go to the market and a bear is packing your groceries. You drive home and you see tulips playing soccer, that’s the world i wanna live in.
Don’t let your struggle become your identity.– Sober Recovery (via an-artful-life)
theblvckgod: sometimes all i want is a tall white boy with abs and messy hair and beard
stimfresh: if u don’t appreciate classic rock because “you can’t dance to it” get the fuck out of here. holy shit, it’s not entirely repetitive fast-driven beats with a mediocre chorus tacked on, holy shit there are actual lyrics with soul and meaning behind it instead of objectifying women and talking about money
You’re my source of inspiration, did I pass my limit? We used to light an...– Qwel (via neverendingflow)
my mom: you do realize that one day you will have to pay for all your own things
me: yes but today is not that day
What kind of world do we live in when young men are so proud of violating...– “In Rape Tragedies, the Shame Is Ours,” my latest at The Nation (via naisae)
heckboy: “You’re depressed because you don’t have God in your life”
partyintheurl: whose line (of cocaine) is it anyway?
Wearing a hijab isn’t inherently liberating – but neither is baring one’s...– Sara Yasin, Is the Hijab Worth Fighting Over? (via rcabbasi)
I’m going to India to find myself– White proverb (via morenamagia)
colfersaurusrex: I couldn’t care less about your religion or sexual orientation or race or whether you’re a virgin or have slept with 400 people or have done time in jail but the moment you eat my leftovers without asking that’s when i decide you’re a terrible person
saverockandroll: cause of death: music festivals i cant attend
do you ever have imaginary/potential conversations with people in your head but then catch yourself accidentally mouthing the words out or making faces that would go along with your reactions in the conversation
looking for a job
job posting: must pass a drug test
me: lol next
furbysex: how to tell if im dead
best-of-funny: dazegetbrighter: what if rocks are actually soft but just tense up when we touch them? like a penis?
I don’t know what to say, anymore. It seems that every time I log on to type up something about you (that you never care to read, anyway), I find that I repeat myself of the same old bullshit. Last night, I ranted about how I always disapprove of my mother’s choice of boyfriends. I ranted about how she sets a terrible example for Jasmine and I, and I totally distrust her judgment and...
Democracy depends on journalism.– The Newspaper Guild of America (via agretchko)
I am extremely heartbroken right now.
deodrant: are you ever so sad that you can actually feel your heart ache