09 9 / 2014

01 9 / 2014

jencorpsichord:

listen pals, fuck all that “gentle reminder you would have been beautiful a fuckton of years ago” noise. your physical appearance is absolutely irrelevant and meaningless in the eyes of the great skeleton lord, who only sees beauty in the bones hidden beneath your putrid flesh. stay frosty

(Source: brideofgodzilla, via korinara)

30 8 / 2014

04 8 / 2014

jncos:

Do you want to be more than just my friend? do you loathe the nerve-wracking stress of regular, “irl” dates? Then come along on an internet date with me, tumblr user jncos! To accept, click the read more. To reject me, scroll down to the next post and have a very nice day.

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03 8 / 2014

sailoruranus:

thank u for saving bi lions

sailoruranus:

thank u for saving bi lions

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03 8 / 2014

sapphberry:

Keep saving those shekels, Toei. 

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31 7 / 2014

hatos:

YOOOOOOOOOOOO
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
GOD IS REAL AND HER NAME IS MOA

LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON WHY I’M REBUYING THIS GAME

hatos:

YOOOOOOOOOOOO

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

GOD IS REAL AND HER NAME IS MOA

LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON WHY I’M REBUYING THIS GAME

21 7 / 2014

"

1. When he starts distancing himself from you, do not restring bridges with your own sinew. You will find yourself two months later coming unraveled, coming undone. You will find he has left you in the places he has visited and in the hair of the girls he has imagined kissing. You will find yourself splatterpainted on the walls where while drunk he confessed all of your secrets to his college friends. You will be crying on the floor, surrounded by the parts of you he has stepped on, and he will look you in the eyes and ask you to clean up the mess.

2. When she cannot get through the words “I love you” without her eyes flicking to the side or her tongue slurring or her mouth pressing in at the edges: do not assume it is your fault. Do not think that you have yet again pushed away someone amazing. You have not. Sometimes people knock on their bones and find themselves hollow. You were the only way they felt momentarily whole, do not empty yourself to fill up their soul. Do not shatter into pieces trying to perfect yourself. You do not need to be glass to turn light into rainbows. You are a person, not their prism.

3. Do not let them hold you against their body if you know they do not cherish every second they are in contact with your skin. I know it feels as if you are breaking your own spine, but tear yourself away from them. Know that the something beautiful you had was already fading. Know that in the end you did the only thing you could. Sometimes people grow apart. Even trees do it.

4. Cry. Want them back.

5. Cry. Do not take them back.

6. In the following months, you will rediscover what it means to be alone. You will sit and stare at a ceiling and hate yourself and hate the world and cry about everything because everything hurts. You will wonder if it could have gotten better if you’d just been a little different, if the timing had worked out, if if if. Do not worry about this. Nothing would have changed the reality that the person you were in love with had stopped loving you somewhere along the line, whether it was in the middle of a conversation or while driving under a bridge or when they made eye contact with someone new and wonderful. It doesn’t matter. Stop wasting your time on them. You don’t need to stop your story just because they are no longer a main character. Do not take back what has already poisoned you. Instead start healing and start healing soon.

7. Take yourself back. Bring out the mop, the broom, the magic wand. Glue where needs to be glued, put up new paint, turn off the lights in places that are too hot to touch. Touch your toes. Touch your hair. Touch a dog. Touch the grass, touch the telephone, do not call him. Touch base with your mom. Touch another person with no love in your heart, touch another person and mean every second of it. Believe in yourself even if you don’t believe in love. It’s okay. There is nothing wrong with being alone. You are the best company you’ll ever know. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay and none of this was ever your fault. Sometimes people just fall out of love. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’ll one day discover you didn’t need them anyway.

"

"How to stop loving someone who does not love you." /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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20 1 / 2014

ponies-n-things:

I literally had to pause the movie and go outside

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08 1 / 2014

coketalk:

How Long Will I Love You (EMBRZ Remix) - Ellie Goulding


I’m feeling kind of vulnerable at the moment.

There were all sorts of things I was supposed to be doing this past month, and I’ve been neglecting them. I know I have. Whatever sins of procrastination I may have committed these past thirty days were necessary, though.

I’ve been transitioning out of a romantic relationship. I know that sounds like a fancy way to say I’ve been going through a break-up, but I’ve gone through break-ups before, and this has been an unfamiliar experience.

I suppose the result is the same in the end, but this time the process has been so much more introspective. I’ve been alone through it in ways that I’ve never been alone before. Not lonely, but completely on my own.

The strangest part about it is that not all that much has changed. Of course, things aren’t the same anymore, but they aren’t that much different either. I still have someone in my life that I love very much, but things are platonic now.

The transition from romantic to platonic was painful, but somehow natural. I still haven’t wrapped my head around how it happened, because it’s something that I used to think was next to impossible.

It did happen, though.

I had to take some time away from him at first, but we’ve since started hanging out again. The very first time he introduced me to other people as his “best friend,” it was jarring to hear the words. Still, they were completely accurate. It was a label that finally fit who we were to each other.

I thought it would upset me more, but it didn’t. I want to be his best friend. I want somebody in my life who’s as smart as me and sees the world like I do and can talk as much shit as I can. It’s an honor to be his best friend. Maybe that’s what we were all along.

I’m not to the point yet where I can high-five him when he gets laid, but I think I’ll be there soon enough. In the meantime, I’m completely undateable. I just don’t give a shit right now. The holidays are coming up, and I still have all this work I need to focus on, and I think it’s enough that I’m finally ready to crawl out of my own head and push forward with the next phase of my life.

We’ll see where it takes me.

Dear Coke,

If you ever figure out how to make that shift, inquiring minds (and hearts) want to know.  You’re the best bitch.