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Ich war letztens mit Sandra im Dschungel und da war ein Wildschwein das einen Affen beschmutzt hat.

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Have you ever felt like a stranger in your own life? Like you don't belong or something isn't right and you can't pinpoint what it is? Well that's pretty much how I felt these last year's. I have no idee why and I don't know what to do to change it. I don't know how to talk to someone I personally know about it, so I am putting this out here. Even if no one is ever going to read it...

[swarthyvillain]

You’re born with a ton of fucks to give, so you spend them like a kid with a credit card. You give fucks about your friends, about your grades, about your fashion sense, about strangers’ opinions. You give way too many fucks about way too many things. You have so many. Then, as you get older, you have maybe 10 fucks per month, so you learn to budget them. You allocate fucks to family and career, but there aren’t enough fucks to give to the newest fads. Oh, someone at work has something they need my help with that’s outside my job title? I’ll do my best to allocate some fucks, but this month is pretty tight. Then, as you get even older, you’re down to 1-2 fucks per month, and those fucks are pretty damn precious. You give them to your family and your hobbies and your job, and that’s kinda it. It’s not your fault – fucks expire too quickly. I would’ve liked to save my fucks from when I was younger but I can’t. Then, you hit fuck insolvency. You’re getting like 1 fuck a year, and you have to make it last. So you go without, and even previously fuck-worthy things, you just can’t give a fuck. Some people run out really quickly, Some people have a fuck trust fund that pays out a decent amount even into old age. But at some point, the fuck faucet runs completely dry and you’re out of fucks to give. It’s just basic Fuckonomics.

(via maristan)

[coldnost4lgia]

What's your definition of love?

Love is when your arm is asleep and your back is hurting from how they’re laying on you, but you lay there rubbing her arm or playing with her hair and kissing her forehead. Love is a hellish fight at 2 am and you almost leave but you realize that the only way to make everything better is listening to each other, compromising with each other, and accepting each other. Love is giving her the confidence and power to love herself without belittling yourself. Love is the color red, the color of her lips and cheeks that you long to kiss after a hard day at work. Love is letting her wear your favorite hoodie that your dad gave you. Love is laying on her bed and the sunshine is coming through the window on the her bare skin that has scars and stretch marks and you kiss them reassuring her that they are beautiful, because they are. Love is walking through autumn leaves for the second year in a row. Love is feeling the warmth of her neck on your nose when you nuzzle into her during a snow storm. Love is burning cookies on Valentine’s Day but you eat them anyways. Love is telling people how lucky you are to love her, to know her, to kiss her, for her to love you, to have each other. Love is a first real date after a year of dating because you were too busy falling in love to care about dinner. She is love.

[freizeitflauschie-blog]

Beautiful and so true. Couldn't have said it better.

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12-year-old girl: I don't want kids when I grow up.

Society: You'll change your mind when you get older. You're only 12. You're too young to know what you want.

16-year-old girl: I'm pregnant.

Society: How could you be so stupid? Do you know anything about safe sex? You should be ashamed.

20-year-old woman: I'm a single mother with an infant son.

Society: You should've gone to college first. You need a stable career before you can support a child.

33-year-old woman: I'm married and my spouse and I both have stable careers. I have two young daughters now.

Society: You're not staying home? Who's going to take care of them? You're just going to put them in day care while you work? That's selfish of you. You can't expect to raise decent kids with a full-time job.

45-year-old woman: I just had my first child.

Society: Why would you have a child when you're that old? Do you realize the health risks of being pregnant at your age? When your kid is a teenager you'll be a senior citizen. That's inconsiderate of you.

60-year-old woman: I haven't had any children.

Society: Your life must be so unfulfilling. Is there something wrong with you? Why didn't you want kids? How strange.

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