The Tree of Life (2012)

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The Tree of Life (2012)
stop running back to things that no longer serve you just because that’s what you’re familiar with.
Cirino (via kushandwizdom)
The last day of Harry Potter.
NOT OKAY
IM CRYING
Confession: I have a friend who likes to text me at like 4am when he’s had nightmares or he can’t sleep or he just needs a friend. He thinks I’m always awake at 4am but really I go to bed around 12am and I change his text-tone to the loudest one I have just so it wakes me up when he needs me.
you’re the kind of friend everyone needs
I think that since its been a year since I made this post its time for an update. In the past year I’ve watched this post grow and grow, people I work with have told me about it as “this post I saw the other day” and they have no idea it’s my post. The person I wrote this about has even reblogged it. He is no longer texting me at 4am. Not because we no longer speak but because the nightmares have stopped. He and I both are in a much better place. Most often the only times he’s waking me up at 4am is when he’s pulling me closer to him while we sleep. He’s more than a friend now and I’m forever thankful to have him. Everyone messaged me saying he was lucky to have me but I think I was just as lucky to have him and I would do it all over.
The update just makes it even better ❤️
😢😢😩 OMG. My heart.
It’s weird looking at all the things I’ve confided in my blog throughout the years. I’ve been very honest, and vulnerable, and a lot of the time too eager to see that someone somewhere from their side of the computer screen related to my sad tumblr girl feelings because that made me feel better. Misery loves company, right? I haven’t done much writing over the past year or two, mostly because I don’t have uncontrollable episodes of extreme ‘it’s the end of the world’ emotion like I did in my years leading into young adulthood. contrary to my years in high school and a couple there after, having someone sympathize with me doesn’t relieve me from my overwhelming feelings. that’s not to say that I don’t find myself going through things that fuck me up for a while. Just like everyone else, my parents still hurt my feelings sometimes and i get insecure about things I can’t control and I crumble at the feet of boys who don’t deserve me. but I’d rather keep to myself, thug it out and then get over it than project it to the world and make myself look like a weak bitch over something silly! in my experience, it’s healthy to indulge in your feelings, all of them. if you’re sad, be fucking sad. cry and sleep all day and spend some time healing yourself, but do it in an allotted amount of time, and then come back out like I’m back and I’m better. I guess the difference is that before, I truly believed all of these things were the end of the fucking world, but you grow up and realize that shit is going to happen and probably a few hundred more times in between the things that fall right in place. they don’t have to be the most prominent things in your life, and they won’t be unless you give them the attention. all the shitty things that get me down are the things that make simple pleasures so pleasurable, sitting on a curb smoking a cigarette, finding a lady bug on my shirt. its 2016, being sad isn’t cute! clap back at anything that tries to juke you throughout the year, don’t sleep on yourself, and no one will be able to either.
Before you can kill the monster you have to say its name.
Terry Pratchett (in ‘A Slip Of The Keyboard - Collected Non-Fiction’)
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The best part is he still hadn’t taken down all the post-its.
When you sleep through your alarm but realize your alarm never went off then realize you never set your alarm you just typed “8” into the calculator then passed out.