Ali In Hu(e)manland

i am who i am. i think what i think, i write what i write, and i create what i create. don't let that fool you. i can't stay still long enough.

[hplyrikz]

The Gentleman’s Guide Here

[aliinhuemanland]

Truth No. 276954974.12, Article 419B.

[micdotcom]

Richard Linklater directs “I Pee with LGBT” ad against Texas’ proposed bathroom bill

[aliinhuemanland]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Mennnnnnnnnn

(And women)

[aliinhuemanland]

Perfection. And I'm not talking about the picture. #survivalsaturday #cutiepantsmusclebunny #RutherfordRelampagoVee

[seethestarsablaze]

Someone asked me how I would describe love… Simply put I believe when you know you just know. When you wake up and that person is your first thought before “holy shit I have to pee.” Or you remember to actually text them when you’re drunk and on your way home. Or it’s when you struggle with one eye closed just to send them coherent drunk texts cause they’re all that’s on your mind. It’s when you want to defend them in every fight Even if it’s a fight against a 200 pound bouncer who will probably throw you down the stairs if you try. It’s 4 am mornings spent talking about her grandparents and what she did on New Years last year. And you never remind her that you’re an hour ahead of her and the sun is already up and you have work in 2 hours. It’s bowling a 30 with her and not even being embarrassed and laughing and kissing the whole while. Love is wanting to see her In your clothes. And letting her steal your clothes, Even though clothes are your favorite thing. Love is letting yourself cry in front of her Even if it’s just while watching the fault in our stars. Or every episode of Greys Anatomy. Love is the way your stomach flipped the first time you laid in bed with her. and the way you laid on her lap trying not to touch her too much. while also wanting to touch her all over because she was so beautiful even in baggy sweatpants and a tshirt. Love is the way that first night is engrained in your mind so vividly. From how cold her apartment was and the way you sat exactly three feet from her in the living room so that her roommate would think your intentions were pure. To the way your heart hammered so loudly each time she touched your face that you swear your insides were black and blue. It’s her catching you staring at her every time you’re out together because God damn it if your aren’t the luckiest motherfucker alive to have that girl on your arm. Love is something as small as a two hour subway ride to pick her up from the airport. So she doesn’t have to navigate alone. And seeing her around the corner and knowing it’s her just by the perpetually chipped dark nail polish on her fingernails. It’s the way she clings to you in her sleep. as if you’re filled with helium and could float away at any moment. Love is “please don’t pee with me on the phone.” “Oh my god you’re peeing with me on the phone.” Now we pee together on the phone. It’s knowing she likes her coffee black But her knowing you like yours to be half milk. Love is like that build up in a song that brings chills you can’t explain, And it’s that smell that only she has on her breath. Nothing can quite describe it but it cuts through alcohol and food and smoke and it just… Is. It’s letting the pups sleep between the two of you Even though You want her pressed firmly against you all night. It’s knowing she hates Mexican food but she took you to get enchiladas on your first date anyway. Love is a series of small things and it comes with knowing that not every love story starts out beautifully. No sometimes it starts with a drunken kiss or asking her out on a napkin at a bar (It seemed romantic at the time). But you know fields of flowers can bloom from the ashes of forest fires. And the world started with a bang At least that’s what some people say. She’s my world, so why shouldn’t we have begun with a crash? Like the ones that halt traffic for miles, The ones you can’t tear your eyes away from. I’ve always been a disaster anyway but she never shielded her eyes from me. It was seeing her look at me without flinching that made me certain. Love is saying you’ll never ever do long distance again. and finding yourself on flights home to see her face because miles can’t measure up to how much you miss her. Home is where the heart is after all And love is knowing there’s an inevitability when you fall. Love is knowing that you’ll probably end up broken into a trillion pieces when it’s all said and done, But as long as her fingertips craft each and every shard then it’ll still be a masterpiece.

The Big Bang by c.r. (via seethestarsablaze)

Every shard. Perfection.

[poetryriot]

Parenthetical, Egomaniacal Blatherings, Part Onei

It’s 1:04AM And the sounds keeping me awake The beat of my heart bursting in my ear The bustle of the heater warming the house I am buried in blankets In pillows And in feeling Though I am kept warm By the boiling blood coursing Through my veins (This is normally the part where I’d write a couple of lines about How you are the reason My heart is beating so loud And that you are the blanket Keeping me warm) My minds churns over Thoughts only outnumbered By the stars And if I were a factory in Detroit You could see my smoke stacks blazing From twenty two miles away But you don’t see my smoke stacks Yours are too busy fuming And clouding your vision And judgement With optical delusions and Cosmic happenings To distinguish the staunch Difference between the two (This is normally the part where I’d write something romantic About the idea of our smoke stacks Billowing together as one Representing the blending collective Of you and I as one complete unit)

It is 1:16AM And I am clinging tightly Knuckles white and achy To my strongholds of Faith Hope And, yes, even love As odd as the hour may seem As complete as I am Both with And without you By my side (This is normally the part Where you say something about My words as just that Words alone As actions speak so much more Amplified than words Ever will for you) And my mind flashes back To this morning Your volume increasing in time With your pulse With your anger And I remember your voice Louder and louder Your actions resembling A tantrumatic child And nothing more (This is normally the part where You point your fingers And place your blame Making me your scapegoat Your “getoutofjailfree” card Because I have conditioned you To believe that if there is A way To deceive and degrade you I will search and destroy Until all hope is lost And even the black box Your saving grace Retaining both your truths And mine Will end up in The Bermuda Triangle Never to be fully revealed)

It is now 1:26AM And my heart beat is still blaring Jackhammering my conscience A warning sign without a siren That cannot be heard by others Since it lies only In my head And my veins are still flowing With brimstone and myrrh Though it is becoming More and more comfortable More normal by the minute I am either becoming Delirious with optimism As I am being warmed by Coals of indignation Or I am relinquishing The whole of my being To the source of Life Liberty And the constant pursuit of happiness My heart itself (This is normally the part Where I romanticize the contents Of my heart And how you are the object Of my affection And my affliction And remark that you are The cause And the clause of My racing pulse)

It is now 1:39AM And at last The heater has gone quiet One less distraction to worry about One less reason to continue this Sordid, melodramatic expression Yet the words keep coming Cantankerous, at best When there is no reason Whatsoever To be here At this petty co-junk shin Sharp as yours are My wit can outlast them But I don’t fight dirty And, yes, though I’m flawed Unlike your boom stacks Of billowing smoke Can’t think of a better way To spend the night With anyone better Than me Myself And I

[aliinhuemanland]

Hey, land of Tumblr! I wrote this! 💋💋💋 Thanks for your support!

[aliinhuemanland]

Baby girl's gotta have her grown-up, girl blogging time too!

[aliinhuemanland]

This man is the most beautifully crafted unicorn ever to bless this world with his presence. He is a legend in his own time and I wish everyone had the ballsoutnotsorrybrutallyhonestselfrespectingIDGAFifIoffendedyou attitude Weida does. He’s never been anything less than himself, and he’s not above above making 12-year-old dick jokes. Anyone can crack jokes like his, but not everyone is brave enough to be themselves at all times, nor do they know how to respect themselves enough to give every single day everything they have. Weida speaks truths not everyone wants to hear. The truth is scary mosttimes.

Don’t stick your head in the sand and pretend you don’t hear this. It is important not to let these words fall silently by the wayside.

Live unapologetically.

Be true to yourself.

Be kind to your heart, your head and your soul.

Anything less would be disappointing.

[sleazzyweasley]

If anyone deserved to make it to 2017, it was Carrie Fisher.

[aliinhuemanland]

Absofuckinglutely.

[aliinhuemanland]

[aliinhuemanland]

We are human. We are all allowed to feel. We should always expect to feel. Tears do not make us weak. Tears cleanse our souls, they allow us to express what words cannot, and they are the true essence of what it is to be alive. Cry if you need to, if you want to, and especially when you think you shouldn’t. You are human. Shed your ears and build yourself up again. You are strong. You are you.

[aliinhuemanland]

I may not be Nicholas Sparks, but, fuck, I'm romantic!

[hplyrikz]

The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.

Ritu Ghatourey (via hplyrikz)

So. Damn. True. But I swear I'll find a name for them all.

[spreadtheloveplease-deactivated]

I went 3/3 on my snatch today!! 51/53/56 kg for a meet PR and I am just so happy!! 😁😁😁🏋🏻

[aliinhuemanland]

Shout out to this badass for having a successful meet! Onto the next!

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

shaped as notes on a page played my concerto

turning her  from page to page no time to lick my fingers the corners worn

in tune we were symbiotic and i played and i listened and we drifted

we rose…. 

[aliinhuemanland]

This is beautiful. Words on a page seduce me just as well as if they were coming off someone's tongue, and that is such a powerful weapon.

[deansass]

YOUR DRAGON NAME

last two letters of your first name

middle two letters of your last name

first two letters of your mother’s name

last letter of your father’s name

mine would be Urlelan. Reblog and tag this with yours!

[deansass]

I love this because half of the people are getting amazing, fantasy names and the other half are getting unpronounceable ones. 

[libralita]

Orirjer

[aliinhuemanland]

Onlllit

Ummm

🐉

Rawr

[thursday]

[newyornstar]

iconic

[surprisebitch]

reblog every Christmas

[funxionaldysfunction]

On Dec 25th we reblog this

[aliinhuemanland]

All of the Christmas stuffs would be incomplete without this.

[celeritious]

you deserve someone who isn’t embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, whether they’re good or bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you and how beautiful you are all the time and i really hope you find that one day because you deserve to be loved

[aliinhuemanland]

We all deserve that person. One day, some day.