Life is beautiful

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So now when you do Alt + Reblog, the reblog symbol turns green, "explodes" and then disappears.

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I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG

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HOLY SHIT

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((Fuck, I’m on mobile))

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If you your on mobile you can just hold the reblog button down

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Love is a language.

The language of love is not one that can be spoken or deciphered by words.. Rather, it is a language of dedication, selflessness, and perseverance that can only be heard by those willing to listen. Love is a language often spoken and never heard, and often listened for and never received. Love is a feeling, an action, and a presence. Love is a language we all possess the ability to de-code and the purpose of enabling.

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Attempting  to “Stay Gold” despite what my parents and society’s standards of what my life should be. Instead choosing what I want my life to be.

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Being able to accept responsibility while still enjoying the now and making necessary mistakes. 

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Sinking

Do you ever just want to sink?

Not in a morbid sense, more like in a “maybe if I become enveloped my my covers I won’t have to face the world” feeling.

Every. Single. Human.

has felt this.

It is simply impossible not to. I don’t care if you are the happiest human on planet earth, you have, at some point in time, wanted to sink. 

How do I sink?

I have a few methods of sink-ology. Music, reading, writing, and thinking are my favorite methods of sinking into my world and out of the real one. 

Today, I felt the sink without wanting to. Most of the time it is a controlled feeling that I willingly slip into; today it wasn’t. Today’s sink was like a tornado was pulling onto my very soul and tugging on my reality in order for me to fall into my own swirling thoughts of nothing in order to escape everything. My subconscious was sinking me because it knew that I was stressing heavy. It just pulled and tugged and drug me down- I tried to fight, but by that time I didn’t have the energy.

So I sank. Deep, hard, and fast. The Blower’s Daughter by Damien Rice tied concrete to my emotional feet and threw me into a pool of contemplation.

I tend to ignore my feelings until they have taken up every available space for breathing and free thinking within myself so that I have to face them. I wasn’t prepared to deal with them today, but with the right song accompanied with a tender kiss on the forehead, I was thrust beneath the water and awakened from my forcefully ignorant state.

Maybe writing about it is therapeadic, probably because I know that this tumblr will most likely never actually be discovered or read by anyone who knows me. I put a lot of effort into my facade, this could break down the walls that I have so carefully built up around me. Maybe that’s the whole idea though. Maybe I’m typing this into a public site in hopes that someone discovers it and is able to see through the many spidery cracks in my walls to my inner self. 

Or maybe I’m just too lazy to find pen and paper.

I might never know. Sinking is real, though. And I think I tend to experience it more than most. But, after I have drifted to the bottom of my hole, I am always able to address what has been sitting on my chest and pushing me down and deal with it. It takes time, energy, and a killer playlist, but I can do it. Compared to where I was a few years ago, my sinks are more shallow and manageable, and I can accept that. Maybe as life goes on we are able to more willingly accept the helpful push of our heads under the current and breath in the water, letting it fill our lungs and purify us. Maybe we learn how to deal. Maybe we sink so that later on we are able to float with the lightness of our thoughts and emotions.

Maybe we grow up and move on from the imaginary monsters holding us down, or maybe they become our friends.

[sometimesyoujustmust]

Wondering Wanderer

Sometimes I wonder.

I wander as I wonder and I wonder as I wander.

Do we know anything? Do we at least know something?

I sit at a desk and mindlessly copy notes from notebook to computer or from computer to notebook.

Process, perform, purge, repeat.

Process, perform, purge, repeat.

Isn’t that all we are truly doing in this life?

We try to have a purpose.

Well, we at least try to make it appear as though we have a purpose.

Isn’t purposefully having a purpose sort of a pointlessly purposefully way to live?

I digress.

I was wondering.

As a wanderer, I try to explore, and with exploring I expand.

“Expand what?” one might ask this with a sparkle of mischief in their eye.

Expand my width, breadth, scope, ideals and boundaries.

If one is always exploring, their boundaries are forced to expand, causing this duality where expansion and exploration cause extensions of the excitement entering the exit of intermediation between the expansion and exploration.

Don’t let my wandering words whisk you away into a wonderland of whimsy.

I tend to let my thoughts run away from me.

It’s much easier that way, you see.

If you let your thoughts run as fast and free and fiercely as possible, you don’t have to worry about it.

If they run, you have the option to chase them or remain completely and totally still. You can watch them run away and slyly smile as they slip into the oblivion that is your unwilling box of wonderings.

We, as people pretending to be wholly human, cannot help our natural need to wonder about the world.

Some people even feel the need to wander about the world, aimlessly stumbling through cultures and people and history and wildlife, with the purpose of exploring something amazing; all the while, they are missing the wondrous beauty and life that is currently surrounding them.

Some people are cursed.

They are forced to always wander about, never finding a home, and still never truly embracing what is around them at any specific moment in regards to what is given to them.

Others are blessed.

They are given the gift of wondering about the world accompanied by the curse of wandering about the world. 

Sometimes they wonder.

They wander as they wonder and wonder as they wander.

Do they know anything?

Do they at least know something?

They sit in their small corner of the world as they explore the rest of the universe inside their own minds, forced to wonder but too frightened to wander.

Forced to wonder without being willing to wander. 

[sometimesyoujustmust]

Don't be an ever-changing pencil. Be a confident pen.

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What is the meaning of life and who gets to define it? Some over-schooled academic who is so intelligent he gets to tell us what is right? A friend who wants “simply the best” for us, or the guy you love trying to push his opinions on you? When defining life, don’t think… Just act. Life is skinny dipping at two o’clock in the morning with your friends, eating ice cream until you are too full to feel pain, reading classics to educate yourself on what has been, and simply smiling, even when it hurts, because you do not have to define life. It defines itself with every eyebrow raise, smirk, tender gaze, and firm handshake. Life is not a word to be scrutinized- it is an action to be mounted and ridden until the end.

[sometimesyoujustmust]

"Quick to Judge

Swift to Speak

Painted Nails

Pinch and Tweak

Loving Words

Hateful Smiles

Long, Curled Hair

Lies for Miles

Second Thoughts at Every Step

Glance over your Shoulder-

Clear your head, take a Breath

Nothing can Stop the Evils

of the Norm

So Burst Right through, break 

through the regulated Form

Misguided Perceptions of

What is Right and Real

Confound the minds of the weak and conseal

What each of us know is true and right

But Only if we let the darkness creep

In through our Eyes

Ignore the Judgements

Speak solely from the heart 

Paint Pictures, Not Lies

Speak to Listen, Not Talk

Make Long Conversations

Matter all the More, 

And Never Believe

what the World says is in Store.”