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Don’t you do that. Don’t you look at what I had for you and call it weak. Not when you were the one afraid of it.
Caitlyn Siehl (via notstrongonlyaggressive)
… my heart is a parachute that has never opened in time
Andrea Gibson. from “Pole Dancer,” Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns (via lifeinpoetry)
I will love you when the street lights turn off. Even when you take a shower and track water everywhere, I will love you. I will love you when you are low tide and I am the shore. Even when you won’t touch me, I will ache for more. I will love you even though you haven’t read a novel since 9th grade and use mine as coasters. I’ll love you when you use my good body wash as shampoo. If we wrestle, and this time you let me lose, I will love you. When you try to fix the TV, but you break it more, I will love you. I will still love you when you do the same to me. Every day that I am thunder and you strike me like lightning, I will follow the source of your electricity to the ground and quiet myself to watch you glow. Because no one is guaranteed this. As such, I will love you hard. I will love you steady. I will love you. God, I will love you.
Mo Nyamweya, In which we are too much for each other (via moygay)
You are not brave because you said no, or brave because you ran away, or because you looked love in the face and said “not today.” There is nothing courageous about the way you left me, open handed, palms outwards, waiting. I was standing at your door and I was saying “I will take you as you are if you will do the same for me.” You didn’t know how to. No one had taught you that wanting someone desperately is like sliding out of your clothes and out of your skin and laying yourself at their feet. All skin and no walls. All soul and no teeth, no metal, no keys. No one had shown you how lovely vulnerability can be. How proud it is to be naked in front of someone. Fully clothed, naked. Arms full of heart. Heart full of rain. Body like an olive branch, I am telling you that I love you today. I am telling you that I am not scared to be fragile in front of you. I am telling you that I trust you to look after my gentle. Keep it safe, don’t keep it hidden. They say that giving your name to someone is giving them power over you. I wrote my name on your wrists. I wrote it in your mouth. Whispered it into your ear. I said “here, this is who I am, do what you will with it. I am not scared. I am not frightened.” Even then, even after that, in that quiet rain filled room I watched you stitch yourself back up again and turn away, I watched you do it without me. I kept my hands open anyway, just in case. Here, the mattress is asking you what you’re doing. Here, the walls have known how you sound when you murmur my name. Here, everything is wondering where your brave is. Where has your courage gone? Where is your wolf? I know that you can feel in colours that haven’t been invented yet. I know that you’re trembling beneath your soldier body. I would have loved you enough for the both of us. Until then, I will run through the streets after dark holding a sign that says ‘I SURVIVED LOVING A MAN WHO DID NOT KNOW HOW TO LOVE ME BACK AND IT WAS GLORIOUS.’
Azra.T “not leaving your heart wide open was the most cowardly thing you’ll ever do” (via 5000letters)
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If you needed a damn book series about a wizard and his groupies to teach you about love and friendship because you couldn’t learn about it the old fashion way through nature or nurture, then you have serious issues.
Hi! Major Potterhead here with some university and a few child psychology classes under her belt. I noticed you had a little trouble keeping your silliness out of the Harry Potter tag. It’s fine! Sometimes people make mistakes, happens to the best of us. But I just wanted to address your point because I think it kind of stinks. You tried to slip in the nature vs nurture argument to make the post seem a little more valid but you failed :(. Implying books have no business shaping or are irrelevant to our human experience is a little ignorant. Part of the nurture side in “nature vs nurture” is environmental factors, specially “observational learning”, which comes from watching peers and parents, and more “static” things, like TV, the internet, and yes, books. Some children are blessed with parents who can afford them tons of TLC, while others have parents who are distracted by life and depend on those “static” things to act as a makeshift babysitter. This isn’t the child’s fault, it does not mean they have “serious issues”. It means they’ll learn with the tools they are given. Of course it’s ideal to learn about love and friendship from the people surrounding you, but it’s not always realistic, so having something like Harry Potter is extremely important. They’re easy reads with very clear, meaningful messages. Learning the value of a true friend or the importance of sticking to your beliefs from “a wizard and his groupies” is not very different than learning the Pythagorean theorem in a text book at school. Except the former will do you worlds of good later on in life, while most of us can’t even spell the latter without looking it up, let alone remember what the hell its significance is.
tl;dr: Psychologists have recognized the usefulness of learning about basic humanity from books, when will you?
It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the world that they don’t care if that mark is a scar.
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