Oh the Irony

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. -T.S. Eliot

[lifelister]

I hope that in the future they invent a small golden light that follows you everywhere and when something is about to end, it shines brightly so you know it’s about to end. And if you’re never going to see someone again, it’ll shine brightly and both of you can be polite and say, “It was nice to have you in my life while I did, good luck with everything that happens after now.” And maybe if you’re never going to eat at the same restaurant again, it’ll shine and you can order everything off the menu you’ve never tried. Maybe, if someone’s about to buy your car, the light will shine and you can take it for one last spin. Maybe, if you’re with a group of friends who’ll never be together again, all your lights will shine at the same time and you’ll know, and then you can hold each other and whisper, “This was so good. Oh my God, this was so good.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via lifelister)

[subtitlesdaily]

[tastefullyoffensive]

[srsfunny]

[ahighlyfunctioningfangirl]

God is trying to apologize

[elionking-deactivated20191020]

“Oh shit, my bad bruh”

[clarknokent]

He must’ve went to hell for that 14 minutes

[fyp-philosophy]

Don’t worry about anyone else… just do what seems right to you.

Franz Kafka, The Trial (via fyp-philosophy)

[heytinafey]

[2ticketstoparadise]

starting a poetry blog!

http://tonguetiedtransmissions.tumblr.com/

i only have two pieces I’ve written posted so far, but here’s a lil something. i’ve been using poetry to cope with a lot of stuff freshman year. I’ll post more later!

[iamhannalashay]

[weloveshortvideos]

Misheard lyrics

[rl-y-deactivated20150415]

YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL IF:

you have a body

that’s it

you’re beautiful

you win

congratulations 

[nottheaverageasian-deactivated2]

when you try to make plans with your friends and they say no

[ilona-ritter]

Happy Birthday Daisy Jazz Isobel Ridley! (b. April 10th, 1992)

[ambiguities]

You know, I think love is about finding someone who’s flaws work with yours in perfect harmony.

Melly (via ambiguities)

[newxhope]

I knew it happened!!!

[killing-for-candy]

I AM FUCKING DONE OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[writingsforwinter]

Why Are You Still Single?

Because once I wasn’t, and it hurt me.

Because sometimes being alone is like being alive.

Because of the girl at the party who went to bed

with tequila and woke up without her dress.

Because the moon changes every month

and needs no one else

to make it full.

Because in the ruins of Pompeii they found

two lovers curled around one another in lava

and I want to choose my own ending

on my own terms.

Because I have years

before I have to decide.

Because the man next door guts fish

the same way he looks at me.

Because my cat has both a green eye

and a blue eye and I can still be beautiful

by being different.

Because my solitude is more important

than your discomfort.

Because I was already whole

when you tried to cut me in half

to make room for someone else.

[seevikifangirl]

My Grandfather speaks rapid Cantonese to me. He’s telling me what he wants from McDonalds. The kid behind the counter rolls his eyes at this. The woman behind us in line says “Speak English” under her breathe. The grip my Grandfather has on my arm tightens. My Grandfather can speak English. He can understand English. He can write English. But he came when he was in his twenties, and he has an accent that will never leave. And when he speaks English he hears- “How long have you been here?” “Can you repeat that again?” “I don’t understand you.” And it humiliates him. This man who left his family, who left his life to make a better one. The bravest man I know is embarrassed of his accent. And in McDonalds, the man who crossed the pacific in a freight boat with no papers and no one he knew in this country, bows his head in shame.

Gwai Lo (via seevikifangirl)

[heart-fools]

At some point growing stopped being painful and started to become interesting. I’m so curious about the girl punching her way out of me: dirt under her fingernails, lightning in her eyes. St. Jude has never been called upon to save her.  She looks like she has smashed into starlight and I am probably in love with her. I have always avoided knowledge of myself, documentation of my growth. I am not accomplished   at looking back over myself like a sprawling landscape. There are certain things that I am aware I must have lived through but I don’t remember the emergence of this girl.   I couldn’t tell you what circumstances shaped her. Maybe none. Maybe she was just biding her time, like people so often do. I never know what she is going to do next; the hair she will cut off without a moment’s thought, the notes she will leave behind in coffee shops wishing the barista a lovely day. She wants to read everything, know the story of how her parents fell in love, follow the lines of her blood back to the other side of the continent. She holds certain convictions firmly in her hand, like religion: you must always have a fresh bunch of flowers in your bedroom, you must allow yourself to outgrow and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessness, you must learn to recognise important poetry. I follow her rules. I find that I like them. This girl of the earth, with her knowledge of full moons and fists full of survival stories, is going to change everything.  ‘Don’t go,’ I tell her. ‘I will follow you anywhere.’

Girl of The Earth. (via heart-fools)