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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Origami Around
Love Begins
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@chicitychillin
The person you marry is the person you fight with. The house you buy is the house you repair. The dream job you take is the job you stress over. Everything comes with an inherent sacrifice -whatever makes us feel good will also inevitably make us feel bad. What we gain is also what we lose. What creates our positive experiences will define our negative experiences.
Mark Manson, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck (via obitchuaries)
The Body in Room 348 by Mark Bowden - The corpse at the Eleganté Hotel stymied the Beaumont, Texas, police. They could find no motive for the killing and no explanation for how he had received his strange internal injuries…
The Case of the Vanishing Blonde by Mark Bowden - How did a 21-year-old blonde disappear from a hotel room, unseen by security cameras?
The Great Paper Caper by Wells Tower - How the most prolific counterfeiter in American history — a guy with more than $200 million in nearly flawless fake twenties stuffed in a garage got away scot free
True Crime by David Grann - A postmodern murder mystery
The Untold Story of the World’s Biggest Diamond Heist by Joshua Davis- The robbery was called the heist of the century, and even now the police can’t explain exactly how it was done…
The Lazarus File by Matthew McGough - Re-opening a cold case with startling results
The Art of the Steal by Joshua Bearman - On the trail of world’s most ingenious thief
Pipino: Gentleman Thief by Joshua Davis and David Wolman - Magicians, mafiosos, a missing painting, and the heist of a lifetime
Crimetown USA by David Grann - The city that fell in love with the mob
Uncatchable by Michael Finkel - George Wright, America’s most elusive fugitive, ran for forty years…
I read The Body in Room 348 last night and it was so good!
YESSSSSSS
This is so surreal it looks fake almost
Oh my god
I will never not reblog this. God damn
I dream about this a lot
I watch this on YouTube everyday.
the way she looks at Bey when the bitches is washed up and soap is not a factor! glorious.
You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time any more for anyone else. You’re one of the few who put up with me.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via thatkindofwoman)
I think one of my favorite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing half way through how much you enjoy them and their existence.
(via illbeyoursummerbreeze)
It’s truly mind boggling how much a human soul can change within a single calendar year. Look at what a mere 365 days have done to you. You have experienced immense suffering, heartbreak, and loss. The world has put you through the ringer, and I’m sure you’ve considered giving up more than once. But you didn’t. You beat all of the challenges the universe stacked against you and came out thriving. And you’ve grown so much because of it. Think of the person you were at this time last year. Do you remember her? She was so much more fragile, so much less experienced. Look at yourself now. Think of what life has taught you. Think of what you have learned. You are infinitely stronger, more intelligent, and more radiant than your former self. You conquered your life with such unprecedented ferocity and have created a wonderful world for yourself. You have blossomed.
This quote always pops up when I need it the most. (via acertainjennuhsaisquoi)
Love. And so true.
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Accurate
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wow
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Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return
Leonardo da Vinci (via population-e)
I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.
Beau Taplin (via thatkindofwoman)
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Neil Gaiman
Every year.
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Relationships aren’t permanent and they should never be all-consuming. All-consuming relationships are a recipe for losing oneself. Relationships are fragile after all. How quickly you can go from being someone’s everything to their nothing. It’s far better to remember no one person can ever be our everything, which means losing someone doesn’t mean we return to nothing. The romance myth tells us we should hold onto love because there is nobody else in the world who will love us again. This isn’t true. Remember what it was like to love and be loved, even if it was only for a few minutes. Remember that just because something is over doesn’t mean it was any less real. And remember that even a ring doesn’t make anything less broken. People aren’t homes. You can’t buy them or own them. You can’t renovate them to be whatever you want or need according to your changing desire or expectations. You can’t dump your shit all over their interior. You can’t expect them to wait around to comfort your each and every insecurity. People aren’t backup plans or getaways…they exist in the present. They exist and serve many roles and purposes besides being a supporting character in our stories. And we exist outside of playing a supportive character in theirs.
SUEY PARK DROPPING TRUTHS IN THE ARTICLE “YOU CANT MAKE HOMES OUT OF HUMAN BEINGS” REFERRING TO THE POEM “FOR WOMEN WHO ARE DIFFICULT TO LOVE” BY WARSAN SHIRE http://sueypark.com/2014/06/17/you-cant-make-homes-out-of-human-beings/ (via outsideparenthesis)
Grief, I’ve learned, is really love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot give. The more you loved someone, the more you grieve. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes and in that part of your chest that gets empty and hollow feeling. The happiness of love turns to sadness when unspent. Grief is just love with no place to go.
As the lights wink out… (via acalmstrength42)
Hot coffee and cold winter mornings are two of the best soul mates who ever did find each other.
Terri Guillemets (via thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop)
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
Anaïs Nin (via kvtes)
Vine… you will be missed
I haven’t seen a lot of these ones before hahaha
“nice, ron…” “oh am i not allowed to sneeze?”
My dear, In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm. I realized, through it all, that… In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.
Albert Camus (via themindmovement)
High-functioning anxiety sounds like…
You’re not good enough. You’re a bad friend. You’re not good at your job. You’re wasting time. You’re a waste of time. Your boyfriend doesn’t love you. You’re so needy. What are you doing with yourself? Why would you say that? What if they hate it? Why can’t you have your shit together? You’re going to get anxious and because you’re going to get anxious, you’re going to mess everything up. You’re a fraud. Just good at faking it. You’re letting everybody down. No one here likes you.
All the while, it appears perfectly calm.
It’s always looking for the next outlet, something to channel the never-ending energy. Writing. Running. List-making. Mindless tasks (whatever keeps you busy). Doing jumping jacks in the kitchen. Dancing in the living room, pretending it’s for fun, when really it’s a choreographed routine of desperation, trying to tire out the thoughts stuck in your head.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen it written out as if it were describing me exactly.
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.
Anaïs Nin (via thatkindofwoman)
