Where hope lies

I'm: -excessive. -a believer in true love and soul mates. -would rather speak in metaphors and analogies to make you understand my point. -an eternal optimist. -looking forward to tomorrow. Everything's gonna be all right. ;]

[clarkegriffins]

With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.

[leechology]

My fucking feels.

[adhighdefinition]

start calling bullying what it really is. peer abuse. no more ‘bullying builds character’ or ‘be the bigger person’ shit. it’s time to recognize that this type of abuse can be just as damaging and just as traumatizing. at worst, it makes people suicidal and too scared to be themselves. not just in the moment but potentially for the rest of their lives. being abused by your peers is immensely harmful and it’s about time people admit that

[spnwhenever]

[mysharona1987]

They’re still together like 60 years later.

This is a beautiful love story.

[murielsweating]

I’m just looking for someone to eat garbage floor cake with.

[bbcwhereareyou]

I love everything about this story.

[onekisstotakewithme]

Alan Alda is my spirit animal (and quite possibly my patronus)

[flootzavut]

That’s hilarious and adorable.

[mysharona1987]

“The hostess of the evening had made a rum cake, and she put it on the refrigerator to cool,” Alda recalled. “The refrigerator shook, and the cake fell off the refrigerator and hit the floor.”

It was a party moment that separated the casual diners from those desperate for dessert. “Arlene and I were the only two people who went in with spoons and ate it off the floor,” he said with a smile. “That’s how you know. When two people eat a cake off the floor, that’s it for life.”

There’s no arguing that point. In fact, Alda seems certain today’s daters could learn a thing or two from him and Arlene.

“All this matchmaking on the Internet, and they ask them questions — just toss a cake on the floor and see who goes for it,” he suggested.

[jadedamber]

this post single-handedly fixed my evening and cleared my pores.

[chibird]

It can mean a lot to have someone listen and wish you well. This red panda is here to offer you hot tea and a friendly ear. 🍵❤️️

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[advriablk]

They say boys will be boys unless they fit the description, hands on the trigger police ready to fire and it doesn’t matter whether your last words will be  

“I don’t have a gun stop shooting”

“Why are you following me for?”

“I can’t breathe.”

“You shot me. You shot me”

To them you fit the crime so you‘re simply erased.

Or they interrogate you for hours, no bathroom break, no food or water, no parental supervision allowed just so they can beat on you and admit to crime you didn’t commit.  It doesn’t matter how loud you say, “I can’t read very well” or “they made us lie” you fit the description because black skin is a threat. 

[terriblecac-moved]

Why is it on Tumblr Mobile™ you can close the app and open it 3 days later and still be on the same spot of your dash, but then other times you switch out of the app to respond to a text, and when you immediately come back, it’s gone, your family is gone, your house is gone, your dignity is gone.

[suninks-moved]

YOUR WRITING IS GREAT

your writing is great

your writing is great

YOUR WRITING IS GREAT

your writing is great

YOUR WRITING IS GREAT

YOUR WRITING IS GREAT

and don’t you forget it

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[trollprincess]

Do me a favor.

Reblog this if a medical professional has ever treated you like shit or fucked up your diagnosis or was just generally wrong.

[leechology]

“I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.”

— Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

[leechology]

Richard Brautigan is probably one of my favorite poets. I find such inspiration and calm in his dry sarcasm and just... IDGAF statements.

[ororomunroe-archive]

I was born sick, But I love it Command me to be well. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

[welovejackles]

REBLOG IF YOU THINK JENSEN ACKLES DESERVES AN EMMY AWARD FOR HIS ENTIRE WORK ON THE SHOW

[leechology]

“I think the thing about missing someone is that it’s not constant. You can go without thinking about them for days, weeks, months, years. Then all it takes is a familiar smell, or picking up one of their shirts from a clean basket of laundry, or reading just the right sentence in a book you only recently started. Missing someone can hit you so suddenly that you’re left reeling and disoriented, as if you’ve been abandoned, except when you look around, you’re in a place you’ve been many times before. It can hurt, right in the center of your stomach like you’ve swallowed your weight in regret. Or it can be as small as a buzz right by your ear that you take only a second to acknowledge before you swat it away. What I know is that missing someone is humbling; it causes you to admit that you are not a solitary force in this world. When I say, “I miss you,” I’m saying that I’ve discovered a moment in my life where your absence was evident. I’m admitting that I can’t do certain things without thinking about you, and who you are, and the memories we have. And while I’m made to believe I should apologize for that…I won’t. I miss you. It’s that simple.”

—

“miss -vb 6.(tr) to discover or regret the loss or absence of.” // dionne sims (via dionnesims)

Holy shit.  You said it.

[leechology]

Oh hey

I think I'm back.

We'll see.

[leechology]

When all else fails….write

I have written and deleted no less than eight different paragraphs to start this blog entry. I wanted to paint the picture of how well things are going for me. I wanted to mention that my business …

This is the person I admire most.  Well, second most.  She’s the same kind of person as my mom.  I feel really lucky to have her in my life, even if she doesn’t think she has it together.  I like her because she doesn’t have it together.  I like her because she’s real.  I like her because she’s trying to stop making excuses.  She trying to figure it out.  I admire her because she’s not writing about other people in her life.  She’s writing about herself.  When I sit down to write, half the time it’s just a bitch fest full of why-me’s.  I want to change that.  I need to change that.  I want to start figuring it out too.

[leechology]

Valentine’s Day PSA

Earlier today I made the statement about grown men giving grown women stuffed animals as gifts. It shouldn’t happen. Ever. As a matter of fact, I can’t think of one thing from the Vale…