EXPECTATIONS
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Not today Justin
if i look back, i am lost
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Product Placement
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Discoholic 🪩
#extradirty
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Deliberate Disobedience
She never seemed to feel the same way he did, about being deliberately disobedient. It’s not that she wanted to disrespect her father, she just never really felt that the rules were worth abiding or perhaps that she, in some fantastic way, could create an exception to them.
I rarely post poems that aren’t mine, but here’s one by a beautiful friend
I love Mikaela
She crept into my bones like poetry. One who’s words slowly overtake you with time. As the message slowly enters your system, you start to remember why your mom always warned you about those artsy girls that smoked cigarettes.
Impressionable, your soul was the canvas soon to be vetted as her next masterpiece. Yet the beauty and value in this art child not be appraised. Once this piece went to market it would no longer be the same painting. For this masterpiece was a mirror, a reflection of every emotion poured into it over time.
A culmination of the twisted desires and arbitrary standards we hold for each other. A medley of fears and positive experiences.
I was told she would write on my soul the verses of forever, yet she was not to be the singer of the song.
I never understood the justified warning signs of love.
They only came after she was already gone. Memories that replay loud like an ambulance constantly driving around and around in your head.
I think back on how I was warned that I would become just another painting, a reflection of an artist troubled, unable to speak out against the beauty that she had made me.
Her heart’s voice became my expression. Not verbally but subtle imprint on my soul that says to be reading this means that you have gotten close enough to erase the coffee stains I left on his heart. To be reading this, means that you are a greater artist than I. And you have found your masterpiece.
how do i uninstall anxiety
Just a reminder
Boost this around.
Make it known that no woman ever has any reason to ever vote for a Republican.
That’s why they launched a compaign urging people to NOT vote.
This is a thing, this happened.
my granddad just called me to tell me how big his cauliflowers are growing and it was so cute theyre “TWICE as big as the ones you get in the shop”
i told my granddad this post has 3,500 notes and he said ‘who are they? do i know them?’ he wanted me to list everyone and see if he knew anyone
If you don’t reblog cauliflower granddad, then you’re just a mean person.
For cauliflower granddad
thought of you.
Emery Allen
Dallas Clayton, you are my hero.
Grace Jones by Jean-Paul Goude
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A New App That Lets Users’ Friends ‘Virtually Walk Them Home At Night’ Is Exploding In Popularity
Tens of thousands of people around the world are now using a free personal-safety mobile app that allows friends to virtually walk you home at night.
The Companion app, created by five students from the University of Michigan, enables users to request a friend or family member to keep them company virtually and track their journey home via GPS on an online map.
Although they can do so, the friend or family member does not need to have installed the Companion app. The user can send out several requests to different phone contacts in case people are not available to be a companion or not with their phones at the time.
Those contacted then receive an SMS text message with a hyperlink in it that sends them to a web page with an interactive map showing the user walking to their destination. If the user strays off their path, falls, is pushed, starts running, or has their headphones yanked out of their phone, the app detects these changes in movement and asks the user if they’re OK.
If the user is fine, they press a button on the app to confirm within 15 seconds. If they do not press the button, or a real emergency is occurring, the Companion app transforms the user’s phone into a personal alarm system that projects loud noises to scare criminals from the scene, and gives you the option to instantly call the police.
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I immediately downloaded this. This is the smartest thing ever
Muse
When It comes to you words have a tendency to harden in my mouth, fall from my lips, and place themselves underneath my feet. Tripping me ever so slightly as I stumble to move forward.
Pretty wombyn have always been my weakness. But to call you a weakness would be unfair to the truth For you have always been a source of strength in my life
I, unable to write these words until now, finally see. Why until now I have been tripped up. Because then, I was not the Eye, that I am now And I was unable to see.
The mother Goddess Muse brings to me knowledge of Self. As well as the Awareness of others.
My consciousness grows with her gifts. Allowing me to embody more and more of the wholeness of I AM.
The mirror reflected show me what I am missing, the the mirror reflected also shows me what I can become.
I had no words for this moment, until this moment because time ago I was young and had not fostered yet the lessons of my experiences. For I had yet to truly experience.
But now, now I face myself with eyes less degrading, with knowledge and truth of myself. No longer afraid to see the truth of my being. Yet able to understand that the journey of self love is not yet complete.
April 12th I met a Muse and for the life of me couldn't figure out why I wasn't able to convert our time together into literally art. Words are written from feelings and experiences and the only feeling I had was that I needed to experience her more. And the more I experienced Muse the more I understood my inspiration. Because the more I experienced Muse, the more I grew, the more i learned, and the more I was inspired. Inspired to say Thank You.
Thank You for being a mirror. A mirror to my soul that helped me see everything that at the time I was not. A guide to my heart that helped me love myself as I love the family I try so desperately to protect. And a savior, a savior who was able to rescue me from the version of myself who was unable to see himself for the truth that he is.
The purpose of the Muse isn't just to inspire but to make you experience. Experience an emotion, a thought, a memory that sparks the creative drive of the creator. But this Muse is different, this Muse will inspire you to grow to levels you never thought you could reach. This Muse will inspire your life together. This Muse will align you to your path.
The person who promised you this poem and the person giving it to you now are not the same person. And for that I must say you are pretty damn good at your job.
I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life but this comic of mine is almost at 1,000,000 notes and that would be a pretty cool milestone imo
HOE NO WAY
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me mentally: ok Do Not tell these people you hardly know Everything about you
me: so anyway wanna hear, in extensive detail, how fucked up i am
This is definitely my favorite one.
oh this is wonderful
Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stoned
Harry Potter and the Cannabis of Secrets
Harry Potter and the Weed of Azkaban
Harry Potter and the Bong of Fire
Harry Potter and the Order of the 4/20
Harry Potter and the half-baked prince
Harry Potter and the Deathly Inhale
Fantastic Weed Dealers and Where to Find Them
i’m pretty sure this twitter account is how sexting works in night vale
i mean really
what is going on here
this is officially my new favourite thing
thank you for sharing it with us
AND NOW THE WEATHER
< 60′s porno music begins playing
#Sexts from the Void
Elder gods need loving too
I said give me something fruity and gay in honor of my skirt. They gave me the "big stick". I like this place. #TreatYoSelf #ManSkirts (at Heroes Sports Bar N Grill)
The Transitive Property of Love:
I love you, and you love him, so I love him. And what ever sequence of events that brought you to me I do not refute. But to harbor you as my own while your heart belongs to another is the opposite of chivalry. My obligation is to you, and your heart, first and foremost. Not to the appeasement of my desire.
If you want for him and I want for your happiness, than is it wrong for me to want him as you do? For me to see his light in your eyes. Am I being untrue to myself by taking the backseat in your heart so as to mend the falling fracturing pieces. Is it wrong for me to sidestep my ambitions to be the glue that restores your heart to the flourishing forest it once was.
Just that image alone makes it worth it. The idea of your heart radiating love, from a capacity that knows no bounds. You show me ways of being I never knew existed. Swayed me into believing that which was impossible before you. No wonder I do not mind being the foundation from which you can rebuild yourself; For it is you that is doing me the service.
The Cancerian yearns to hold house & home first, and with you my dear child I can be, the fulfillment of my inner self. For when I am the nurturer I am happy. For when love surrounds me I am happy. And when you are happy I am fulfilled.
We shall both overcome the hindrance of the universe's lessons. Our union leading us to fulfillment of our most high desires. You are here for me as I am here for you. The reasons, the same. To learn, grow, heal, survive, and then thrive.
I honor your Goddess as a divine deity who's fire know no bounds. My water is present so as to combine and make steam. The air that carries all passions and desires. Our union is the birthing of divine love. For us to come together is for the transformation of the greater whole. As we grow, our divinity spread to enhance to power of co-creation within our midst.
We are Solomon's touch, infecting those surrounding with the definition of light through love and virtue. Though we are currently two fractalized pieces of contrasting experience, we within the presence of each other will grow into the over-arching consciousness that heals Gods & Goddesses alike.
And with time he will come back, and she will come. And we will thank them both for their absence. For without it two broken hearts may have remained as such, unable to be completed, like a porcelain plate shattered on the floor. Once again remade, but never the same as before. The structural weakness a scar of the past. Always able to be exploited.
But we are not that, we are the idea of wholistic and holistic health. The power that comes from aligning to the path of transformative transmutation. Transitioning from fragments to fixated. Puzzle pieces of a mural that paints a picture of our souls together in the eyes and arms of our other halves.
Bring onto us the experience that makes every dream a reality. Breath in the universal guidance and exhale all doubt and tribulation. We have made it so far to give up now and i can taste the synchronicity on my tongue.
I love him as you love her. We, as a family, united.
