[actuates]

“it was the kind of breathless love that springtime brought- flustered breeze, trees kissing our necks with swaying ease. it was easier than easy, love lit under the warmest of streetlights, kisses accompanied by knobby knees and bright eyes. the springtime rain fell to our ankles in pitter patter ecstasy, the constellations reflected in puddles. time captured between our palms, love letters written between tender life lines. it was love. our palms coming apart, a few steps back, the subtle approach of May. sandcastles crumbling with just one spiraling gust of wind nail biting, toe tapping, an absence with no teeth. the rains swept our love letters away. eyes averted, backs turned, deep breaths. knobby knees collapsing upon concrete. no kisses under streetlights. skin empty, hollow. let go. fade. a w a y.”

— goodbye. |(morsus engel)| (via morsusengel)

[actuates]

“romanticize self-love. romanticize your fingers on your cheeks, massaging the day away. romanticize your body splayed out in bed sunday afternoons, soaking up the sun, glistening like warm honey. romanticize your hands draped out car windows, tickled by the gentle wind. romanticize curtains flung open, you blasting every song that ever made you feel better, giving the neighbors a show they’ll never forget. romanticize cutting things, people and experiences out of your life that make you feel less than complete. romanticize feeling beautiful, affirming your beauty and admiring yourself in nearby mirrors. romanticize the way you speak, with prose draped around your neck and kindness dancing circles in your belly. romanticize your talents, your identity and the pieces of you that you could never live without. say that you are proud, say that you are grateful and say that you are inspiring. romanticize you.”

— the art of falling in love |(morsus engel)| (via morsusengel)

[thunder]

shit, I think I’m in love

[nonbinarypastels]

with mother’s day coming up here’s a reminder not to post/reblog things shaming and guilt-tripping people who don’t have relationships with or positive feelings about their mothers.

people usually feel this way about their mothers for a good reason, people usually don’t want to be around their mothers for a good reason, and while it’s cool that a lot of y'all have super moms who never treated you badly a day in your life not everyone was lucky enough to have that. mother’s day is already a crap day for them and it’s not made any better by having strangers trying to make them feel like monsters for not loving their mothers on top of it, so please keep this in mind when you’re making and sharing mother’s day posts. it’s 100% okay to celebrate your own moms but you can do that without talking down to people who don’t want to celebrate theirs.

[oh-butter]

u know that feeling deep in your tummy where u just dont feel comfy and u feel sad and sort of want to cry but not about anything specific its like your entire body is just upset and unnerved all the way to the core almost like ur just longing for something but dont know what

[wife-of-the-strife]

i have a fake son. his name is Tim and he is working on his M.S. in astrophysics at Berkeley. he is devestatingly handsome and enjoys rock climbing and volunteers as a counselor at the local YMCA there in Berkeley, California. i am so proud of my fake son. i have raised him up in my own head to be such an outstanding member of society. “Tim” is only brought up when asked about by one particular woman at work that i only see on occasion. i don’t make a habit or game of lying to people, but with her, it kinda came about as follows: Faye is one of those people who has been there/done that and will hang herself on the cross while she tells you how much worse the experience was for her. i’ve seen this woman Kanye West an 8-month pregnant girl at said girl’s own baby shower to glorify the gift she gave her as well as go into how horrible her labor was with her own children. Faye also is a braggart. her car/purse/house/ring/shoes/etc. all cost more than whatever yours did and her children are all angels. i was forced to work with Faye for 2 days about 5 years ago. she called me Emily a few times before i finally told her my name is Amy, not Emily. she gave me a sideways glance and said, “I like Emily better”, and since then, she has always called me Emily. i let this go because to get angry with her and tell her off is to see her become dramatic and begin crying and insist she did not mean anything by it while not issuing anything close to an apology. Faye is always right, too, you know. anyway, when she shut up long enough about herself and her fabulous offspring on the second day, she asked, “Do you have any children, Emily?” i replied that i do not. she then launched into her daughter taking fertility drugs so that she could give her mother grandchildren someday. that was the only question she asked me until i saw her about a year later. “Oh, HI, Emily! How are you?!” “Hi, Faye…how are you?” “Wonderful, wonderful. Stephen just graduated from UT. He’s going to be the best doctor ever! How is your son, uh, Tim?” it took me a second. Tim? son? what the hell is she talking about?! it dawned on me what a complete narcissist she truly is. she hadn’t heard me the day she asked if i had children, because she didn’t care. she didn’t care enough to call me by my real name, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. i couldn’t stop myself. i briefly thought about correcting her, but i decided to just go with it. “Tim is doing so well. He was just accepted to Berkeley after his amazing thesis on planetary nebuli. We are so proud of him.” her eyes grew big. “Oh, how nice! But, Berkeley? That’s so far from home. UT is an excellent school; surely he could’ve been accepted there?…” i gave a small chuckle. “Oh, well, they wanted him for sure, Faye. I mean, all the letters he received, practically BEGGING him to study there. But, well, they just don’t have a sufficient astronomy department. UT is a fine school, but not for the subject that Tim is going into. Astrophysics is not something you can study just anywhere, you know.” her eyes narrowed. “Medicine is what these young people should be going into. Astrophysics? What is that, anyway? How will it contribute to the world?” “Gosh, I don’t really know how to explain astrophysics, Faye. It’s so mind blowing for simple minds like mine and yours. But searching for things in space that could potentially help our planet is a pretty big deal, I think.” Faye promptly excused herself. i knew i had gotten her. i’ve bumped into her on and off throughout the past 5 years and she always told me how her angels were saving the world, especially Stephen, and then she’d ask about Tim. and i made sure my Tim was one step above her Stephen. her face would turn crimson and she would have to abruptly leave. i saw her as i was leaving work yesterday and she stopped me to wish me a happy Easter. “Stephen is coming home this holiday. He’s bringing his fiance. She’s a doctor too, you know. How is Tim? Don’t tell me he’s still not graduated?…” “Oh, Faye, don’t be silly! Astrophysics takes YEARS to graduate from. It’s not as simple as medicine. But, yes, he is close to graduating.” “Is he coming home for Easter? I can’t imagine spending holidays without my children; how dreadful! Oh, but he’s all the way in California…it costs so much to fly here, I assume.” I grinned. “Yes, it does. But he’s such a sweetheart, he’s flying me out there this year! Taking a break from his studies and humanitarian efforts to have his dear ol’ Mom around for Easter. I’m so lucky!” “…yes, well, have a nice time, Emily. Happy Easter!” “You too, Kay! Oh, I mean Faye!” you know, like i said before, i don’t like to lie. it does seem very silly to have let this go on for so long. Tim has been a fabrication in the making for over 5 years now, he almost feels real to me. when i see Faye, i have images of my fake son, looking so handsome in his lab coat as he’s peering into a microscope looking at dust particles from a comet. i see him jogging with his dog on the beach. i see him hiking and biking and climbing. i see him helping an elderly woman with her groceries. it’s a true testament that if you lie, or let a lie go on for a while, it becomes a solid thing that you have to keep up with. oddly enough, i don’t lose sleep on this lie. i don’t see her often enough to fib about this on a daily or consistent level. Faye never cared anything about me or my life until she had something to try to one-up me on. SHE is the one losing sleep on account of her Stephen not succeeding quite like my Tim. it’s amazing how this lie has eaten her alive and made me feel proud of something that doesn’t even exist… eh well. i’ll be boarding the fake plane to Berkeley this afternoon, to celebrate Easter with my fake son. Mama’s soooo proud of you, Timmy!

[being-childfree-deactivated2018]

This is legendary

[hplyrikz]

“I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.”

— Robert Polito (via hplyrikz)

[coral]

It’s important that you keep your feelings and your self worth in different places because when feelings get hurt it shouldn’t change how you view yourself.

[francisfordfiesta-deactivated20]

“we almost dated” is such a weird relationship to have with someone

[whomst-the-fck-asked]

Plus the sequel “we never got closure”

And then the side adaptation “as a result I have a weird crush that never died”

[creatuslunai]

#i

[purplebuddhaproject]

“Do not confuse my bad days as a sign of weakness. Those are actually the days I’m fighting the hardest.”

— (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[gh0stcity]

One thing I’ve learned in life, if you act really self-assured and confident you can pretty much get away with anything.

[gh0stcity]

For example, I’ve watched someone walk on to a plane with no passport. Just walked right on.

[jennitheodd]

Once walked out of a dude’s house with a pair of his pants slung over my shoulder. Did all the usual eye-contact, saying-goodbye movements and noises, just… while stealing his pants. He did not notice. 

[razorlightt-deactivated20161221]

I told my English teacher that she graded my final paper(I did not turn one in) and that she told me it was well written. She scrambled 3 days trying to find the nonexistent paper, then apologized to me for losing it and gave me a 96%. Confidence is key

[whiskey-and-a-wry-smile-blog]

my dad’s mate just walked out of a shop with a canoe and didn’t get questioned

[matt-the-blind-cinnamon-roll]

Humans are like bees: if they sense you’re an intruder all hell will break loose, but if you get inside the hive they just assume you belong there. Be confident.

[minero-tan]

Bee confident

[88thparallel]

This is funny but also true, and a huge tip when traveling. Act like you belong, and you won’t be bothered like other tourists might. Especially on public transportation… do your research ahead of time and look like a disinterested commuter and you’ll blend right in.

[butterfly-bandaid]

Fun Fact about Bees: they use pheromones to communicate and the pheromone to signal ALARM is the same chemical that makes bananas smell like bananas so if you eat a banana and then breathe on a beehive you will regret it and this seemed relevant when i started writing it

[vaspider]

Here’s to the non-binary adults trying to deal with the fact that they can’t be out at work.

Here’s to the non-binary adults who can’t even try to be out with their parents because they’re trying to keep things ok for the grandkids.

Here’s to the non-binary adults who say “Oh it’s ok, I’m used to gender-specific binary pronouns” and die a little inside.

Here’s to the non-binary adults who have learned not to care.

Here’s to the non-binary adults who really don’t care about pronouns.

Here’s to the non-binary adults who have to gender-binary themselves for PTA meetings and talking to business owners and government officials.

Here’s to the non-binary adults who feel lost and without community because so much of the vocal and out enby community is very young.

Here’s to the non-binary adults who don’t feel welcome in the trans community and aren’t part of the cis community.

Here’s to the non-binary adults who feel guilty about calling themselves trans because they don’t “feel trans enough” or that they don’t deserve to call themselves trans.

Here’s to the non-binary adults who don’t identify as trans without any guilt about it at all.

Conditional Acceptance is like living on a high wire every day, and “passing privilege” is a painful myth, one that can leave us feeling miserable and crushed and empty.

Love yourself and honor that living in the closet isn’t a privilege. It hurts, and it’s ok that it hurts. You didn’t do anything wrong, the world did.

[mjalti]

it’s so nasty how much people expect time to heal wounds and wanna show up in ur life like “damn ur still bitter about that” yes u rotten mango own up to what u did or stay gone

[historical-nonfiction]

Bugs Bunny accidentally transformed the word nimrod into a synonym for idiot because nobody got a joke where he sarcastically compared Elmer Fudd to the Biblical figure Nimrod, a mighty hunter.

[omegajako]

Etymology is ridiculous and terrifying sometimes

[garbage-empress]

Bugs Bunny is more powerful than God

[libertarirynn-deactivated202006]

He also solidified the idea of rabbits loving carrots when carrots actually carry very little nutritional value for rabbits. The funniest part of that is that the original joke was a reference to a Clark Gable film where Gable munches on a carrot, it was never meant to imply that rabbits love carrots. The Clark Gable reference would’ve been obvious to audiences in the 40s but it has been pretty much lost to time.

[celtic-pyro-deactivated20230725]

Bugs Bunny has too much power and should be feared.

[gosh]

via weheartit

[hplyrikz]

I can relate to this

[actuates]

“if you are going to cry today, cry now. sit here, read this piece and weep with me. tell me why your heart hurts so much today. tell me, is it a broken one? a shattered one? a soft one growing hard? are you afraid of what your heart will do? let me take your hands into mine, let me tell you that it is okay. that you are okay. that even if you do not feel okay, you will be okay. tell me what weighs on you, tell me what drags your soul through the muck. let me carry your burdens for a moment, let me reassure you as i do. perhaps i can make you feel better, even if only for a second, i will try. baby, let the tears come, know that every tear you hold back is a problem you aren’t letting go. so take a minute, take as long as you need- and cry with me. let the hardness melt away for just a second, your softness looks exquisite on you. you are okay. if not now, soon. give me your hand, i promise i’ll be gentle. i promise you are not alone. and now- you and i, we will take this next step together. we are going to make sure that today, you make a small step forward. on three, okay? one, two, three. there you go! i am so, so proud of you.”

— small steps |(morsus engel)| (via morsusengel)