C'est La Vie

"So we beat on—boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

[thekhoolhaus]

In No Particular Order Things I Need:

1: Attention 2: An Orgasm 3: $10,000,000 4: True Love

[dicketysplit]

my entire academic career

[teenagerposts]

me: I should have done this earlier

me: [sweats nervously]

[love]

[fanentelesroses]

yesssss

[motivationsforlife]

[precum]

[woalo]

[tokkeki]

☆nyakashima☆

[swagintherain]

[overlyirritated]

y'all can go fuck yourselves. i personally know some of the firefighters on that team. they are working 24 shifts to contain that fire. it’s not just a “piece of fabric”. it’s highly flammable in an already dangerous fire. they’re taking extra measures to make sure that house DOESN’T burn down. y'all will find any reason to demonize the men and women that risk their lives for the community. one of my best friends almost died in that fire to save someone’s home. fuck this website. y'all are toxic.

[chrisintegration-deactivated202]

username checks out

[fanentelesroses]

last night as i was walking down college avenue, i let my mind wander. i realized that the only true place that i’ve practiced mindful walking has been in Berkeley. i gazed at the faces of the students rushing by. i took in the purple skyline. i breathed in the crisp air on my face. as i was walking past my old apartment building, i realized that my unit was the only one with the light on. a wave of nostalgia washed over me. as the light flooded my vision, i could trace out the outline of a lamp. i wondered about the lives of the two girls in there. i imagined that it was still me and mag inside, 20 and clueless about the world.

i realized that the past will always be there, lying dimly as memories untouched in our hearts.

[fanentelesroses]

thank you for everything.

[nevver]

[nevver]

Fireworks, Greg Krehel

[fanentelesroses]

I'm sorry I let you down. I will never forgive myself

[fanentelesroses]

falling out of love is taking a deep breath of air, and realizing your lungs are still straining for more … but the oxygen that once flowed so deeply and beautifully through your bloodstream is now lackluster and bringing you to your knees. something that once made you feel like you could fly, now makes you feel like you’re a slave to the past. i don’t want to be a slave to the past but i’m too fucking spineless to face the world alone. so i’ve holding on this time, half heart here, mind wandering in a million places. when i look at you now, i see someone who i’ve grown a million life spans with. who’s brought me to the highest of highs and shown me what true love is. and for that, i will always, always be grateful. the hard part about falling out of love is coming to terms with it and accepting it as your reality. the hardest part? letting go. the idea of not being able to hold you ever again in the limelight, to never share that closeness with you again, it kills me. i’d rather die a thousand times then have you shed a tear for me…

[yuichiyokota-photography]

rain.

[fanentelesroses]

i’m sorry.

[rbatzz]

[purplebuddhaproject]

May your choices reflect your hopes, Not your fears.

Nelson Mandela (via purplebuddhaproject)