I blame all clingy-ness to hormones.

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@nyaaaaawn
I blame all clingy-ness to hormones.
snuggle weather makes me feel clingy.
Yes, please.
Catnapping. More doodles here: http://i-was-waving-not-drowning.tumblr.com/
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Start something small…
Sheer Haze (by Beatrice Gutu)
I grow tired of people comparing us to stars and oceans as if we are not already enough. there is some of that in all of us! cries the poet. no! I peel my sticky legs off the porch we emit so much more than light and gas we are so much more capable of warmth than ursa major we are so much brighter than sirius we have so much more depth than the mariana trench we do beautiful and evil things no! I walk insideno! I draw my blindsno! I don’t look outside until the sun rises. I am brimming with hope and love and passion, and not the metaphorical kind. I’d like to see a star do that.
ishani jasmin (via ishanijasmin)
nonsense
paradoxical beliefs.
that confusing moment when something is and is not. when you believe, with conviction, that 2 (or more) opposing thoughts are true. (no, you do not question their validity at all.)
floating & filled with uncertainty.
like Schrödinger, you believe that the cat in the box is & is not alive, at the same time. this duality of nature only ceases when you open the box and take a peek inside.
fear of uncertainty.
the statistical probability that the cat in the box is alive is 50%. the statistical probability that the cat in the box is not alive is also 50%. the chances are even, but human preferences are naturally biased. would you be able to open the box without any fear knowing that the cat may not be alive when you wish for it to be? or when you know that the cat may be alive when you wish for it to not be?
that inexplicable feeling of comfort and safety. everything else cease to exist. problems are instantly forgotten. time seemingly stops. you get the feeling that everything will be okay.
a means of escape. a false reality.
if i were to become a punctuation mark, i'd be this.
Oh I will pressure you, and listen to you, and argue with you, and love you until the day I die.
I think I’m gonna cry. (via guineena)
my life right now aside from school and work.
hermit days are back.
my life….like really
though i'm happy her career has blossomed so so so much since rent.
No day but todaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Once a Renthead, always a Renthead. Mehehehehe.