its really different to have a guy that’s interested in you that’s always eager to see you and always offers to drive over even if it’s 1 in the morning and tells you when he’s near your work in case you need a visit and cooks you dinner and i don’t know, it’s really odd to me and i guess that’s…
in Australia they call blow jobs “gobbies”
gobbies
aint that that nigga that died in harry potter?
*logs out*
omg
(via alliencat)
I think that even the people who believe in wishes like eyelashes and stars and consecutive numbers on a digital clock, I think that even they secretly know that these wishes are completely empty. That the repeating 1s and the occasional eyelash is not something that will grant us anything we want but instead it gives us something to believe in. And the reason that these people can’t fully accept that is because they don’t realize what kind of power this “faith” and “hope” actually has on us. Speaking as someone who has been fooled countless times by my falling eyelashes and both the AM and the PM 11:11s, I can safely say that sometimes things are just a mere coincidence. For the longest time I just thought I had loopholes in all my wishes and that’s why none of them worked but then I realized, and maybe I’m being cynical and maybe I’m being too much of a clammy realist, but I realized that it was all just a bunch of bull! And to my surprise I wasn’t even frustrated or upset or angry about it because I had counted on these wishes for something that could completely shape my life in one direction or another and when these wishes again, unsurprisingly, failed me, I realized that it was a good thing. At first I felt like I first did when I realized that Peter Pan never existed and Neverland is a fictional place: lost, disappointed, and scared. If we couldn’t have hope and faith in simple things like eyelashes and shooting stars then what the hell canwe have hope in? And the answer is simple and predictable and overused: ourselves. Being able to count on yourself to achieve something is really a very valuable trait to have. Being able to accept the things that just happen is also a very valuable trait. Sometimes it’s really fucking unfair. Cancer is really fucking unfair. So are car accidents and plane crashes and oil rig explosions and shootings and kidnappings and I could go on and on. But being able to come to terms with the bad opens up a clear path to the good. Sometimes it’s really hard to have faith in anything because of the constantly negative and unfair things that happen to us, but being hopeless and distraught about it will not make it any easier!
I know I’m not the only one (hopefully) to come to this resolution but honestly, it just makes me, me, feel so much better and so much emotionally stronger to handle uncomfortable situations by myself. And I guess it’s just how they say: things could always be worse. But for now, I have to believe in something and I’ve chosen myself.
I’m living, I’m breathing, I’m loving, I’m believing.
Apparently you can’t have problems if you’re not a starving African child.
Apparently you can’t have problems if your parents are still together.
Apparently you can’t have problems if you’re a white girl
or if you’re a heterosexual male
Apparently you can’t have problems if you get good grades.
apparently you can’t have problems if there is anything in your life that is good.
(Source: ohioisonfiire, via sailormoonismylover)
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
(Source: mr-woodchuck, via sailormoonismylover)
I am sitting in the lunchroom and everyone’s voices just sound idiotic and also no pictures are loading on tumblr.
