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@4andonethirdnipples
there are too many things going on in that title though
WHAT
Find someone who makes your heart race, and not only in the bed room. Find someone who remembers the small things about you, like why you’re afraid of the ocean or why your anxiety gets so bad at night. Find someone who gets the ways you work and doesn’t leave when you start acting like a little shit. Find someone who talks to you and doesn’t just leave you in the dark when you’re feeling down. Find someone who takes pictures of you all the time because they need something to look at when you’re gone. Find someone who holds you while you sleep, even when they stay awake for hours. Find someone who admires the smallest things about you, like your freckles or the way your voice changes with your mood. Find someone who doesn’t let go, who is always there, who loves you for you, who doesn’t try to change the person you are deep down inside, but instead tries to bring it out more. Find them, and please promise me you’ll never let them go.
I found you. (via
stuckonserotonin
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Full
(via time-not-well-wasted)
NOW THIS IS A FUCKING LIGHTSABER FIGHT
what the fuck i want in
I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!!!
I would trust him.
Okay, so my dad snores when he sleeps. Really. Fricking. Loudly. Like he wakes me up from my room snoring sometimes. And it gradually gets louder in a crescendo of nasal noises until he actually wakes himself up It's terrifying and as a little kid I had nightmares about it
Ahh yes the radical trans agenda with such radical notions such as “please stop killing us” and “can we please have basic human respect?”
How do you love yourself..
I don’t love myself all the time, it’s a struggle. But then I just think about how much I’ve been through, and how it was always me who had to pull through. Other people helped and I couldn’t have done it without them, but I also couldn’t have done it if I hadn’t loved myself enough. Every difficult thing I’ve achieved was out of genuine love for myself and a want to make myself happy and help myself. And once I realized that I realized that I’ve always loved myself in different ways, and I just need to be more conscious of it so that I can use it when I need to.
Look at self love, as just love. How when you’re feeling down and if someone hugs you or kisses you or is nice to you - that makes you feel better. Well, it’s essentially about figuring out how you can be that person for yourself. How can you pick yourself up, with your own love. It doesn’t mean not needing other people, but it does mean needing them less and also knowing exactly what you need from them, because it needs to be compatible with what you need/are giving yourself.
Dear heavily tattooed people
If I’m staring at you it’s not because I’m judging you I’m just trying to check out your ink.
I use these skills myself, and I felt it would be nice to share them so others can use them as well!
Your son is adorable
the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
baby animals? :)
The rain is a comfort to those like me; It drowns out the sound of our uncertain heartbeats; It washes away bad memories and nightmares, stresses and concerns; It envelopes us in a blanket of cool, gentle love from mother nature, as if she's saying, "It's okay. I'll love you no matter what."; It patters down in a melody sure to lull any to sleep; And lastly, it falls, just as we all do sometimes.
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