nothing matters

life has no point. live it to the fullest.

[feministism]

[strengthins0lidarity]

Fun things they don’t teach you in sex ed.

[teaboot]

Talcum powder has asbestos in it. Has for years. Leave it be

[thekuuipo]

I’m sad because I’m lonely. I’m angry because I’m sad. I unleash that anger on anyone that tries to get close enough to my heart to relieve that loneliness.

If I can’t make myself happy, what makes me think that I could make someone else happy?

[fillianore-moved]

so metropolitan museum of art has a register of books they’ve published that are out of print and that you can download for free! they’re mostly books on art, archeology, architecture, fashion and history and i just think that’s super useful and interesting so i wanted to share! you can find all of the books available here!

[bitchesgetriches]

FREE BOOKS, MY PRETTIES. FREEEEEEE!

[archaeologysucks]

ooh!

[thekuuipo]

Some of my favorite words, free and books

[thekuuipo]

Too tired to be awake, too awake to sleep.

[recoversuggestions]

you’re allowed to have emotions that aren’t positive!!! you’re allowed to feel angry or jealous or sad or frustrated or annoyed. emotions are normal and healthy, but it’s up to you to decide what to do with them.

[thekuuipo]

Never in a million years did I think I’d catch feelings for him. I always thought of him as just a friend. A brother, almost.

He’s best friends with the man I was in love with for years, the best friend that broke my heart, the one I couldn’t lose feelings for.

We talk about religion, love, our futures. We debate concepts that inspire deep thoughts. We talk about nothingness. It’s easy to talk to him, I’m not afraid that he might judge me. I’m not worried that he’ll hurt me, or use what I say as arsenal against me.

Yes, he’s extremely attractive. His dark hair curls into perfect ringlets, his eyes are a tropical blue. There’s a slight gap between his front teeth, but his smile lights up his entire face. He’s tall, his arms are defined, the muscles of his bicepts and forearms are easily observed even when he’s not flexing.

Yes, he’s kind. He’d give his life to protect the ones he loves. He’s broken, but the most wholesome person I know. He loves with his entire heart and cares about people more than I thought was possible.

Maybe I fell during one of our many conversations. Maybe I fell because he always holds the door open for me. Maybe I fell because he reminds me of the one I’d been in love with for so long. Maybe I fell because he allows himself to be vulnerable around me. I don’t know how it happened, it just did.

I feel guilty for these feelings. My heart has betrayed me by deciding to flutter for him. I loved his best friend more than anything in the world, and now it chooses to latch onto him. It’s torturous, awful, devious, impossible.

Then again, I’ve always fallen for the impossible.

[thekuuipo]

When you’re half asleep, things seem a million times clearer than when you’re fully awake. The time before dreaming and everything seems possible. Maybe it’s because the logical side of your brain is exhausted, so the restless and imaginative side is able to take control and think without being hindered by reason.

[xunsentletters]

Unsent Letters to EXs

This blogs purpose is to let people vent and share their feelings in a safe space, to get out their anger/hurt/longing related to their exes and put it into words, and because we know it can be tempting to send those to your exes and dig up the past with them - we’re here for you to send it to, so you know you’ve been heard, even if you can’t deal with actually sending it or the circumstances make it feel impossible.

It is also a place for people with nothing left to say to feel less alone in their heartbreak. Every love story is unique but a lot of the feelings that come with the end of a relationship are the same for a lot of people, and you should have a place to go to feel less lonely. 

To support us, all you have to do is reblog this - tell a friend about us etc. Your letters are what makes this blog.

[thekuuipo]

I’m running away

From my life, my future, my feelings.

I keep telling myself I won’t have a chance to achieve happiness if I’m stuck where I am. That I’m doing this for my future.

The truth is, I can’t be here anymore. There’s too much sadness and nothing to fill the empty void in my chest.

I can’t be here anymore. Everything reminds me of him and every other boy that has broken my heart. Everything reminds me of the failed friendships I worked so hard to keep.

I’m running away because I’m tired of fighting.

[thekuuipo]

I wonder if he ever thinks about me

Because I think about him all the time. I wonder how he’s doing, I hope for his happiness.

I bet he doesn’t realize how much he meant to me, how often he crosses my mind, how many of my dreams he shows up in.

I hope he thinks of me. I hope I cross his mind every once in a while because it’s painful to think that I could mean nothing to someone that means so much to me.

[thekuuipo]

Audiobooks are a godsend. You can listen to a story while doing something else. Reading books just takes too long, even though I love the feeling of it.

[preservable]

i just took an online vision test that tells you what color your eyes and at first i’m like, “yeah ok like that will work”

BUT THEY GOT IT RIGHT…

how’d they know I have hazel eyes based on those questions?????

here’s the link if anyone else wants to try it

[thekuuipo]

It actually worked 🙃🙃🙃

[thekuuipo]

The first time I went on a date, I was a junior in high school. This guy had asked me out but had no plans for what we should do. I suggested a coffee date, he agreed to it. I ordered a latte and he ordered a coffee and the total was like $7. He took care of the bill, and for the next 15 minutes he complained about the price of the coffee and how expensive it was. I didn’t know what to do. I felt bad that he foot the bill for my drink, so I stayed and listened to him while trying to make the best out of everything. I decided I didn’t want to go on another date with him after I left because I didn’t want him to make me feel bad about anything else. When he asked me out again and I politely refused, and he used the fact that he’d bought me a coffee against me. He made me feel like total shit about it.

Now, as a sophomore in college, I pay my own way whenever I go on dates. That way the guy can’t say shit about the price of things and he can’t hold anything against me if I chose not to go out with him again. I can’t believe it fucked me up so much, but it did.

[littlebunneh-deactivated2015052]

Why does getting your period have to be a secret??? Like why do they teach girls to “put extra pads in a secret pocket of your bag”… when literally all females have to go through it every month… Is this a big secret? Is the male population too sensitive to know that we menstruate? Why is it so shameful and what are they afraid of? I’ll keep my pads and tampons wherever I damn well please. 

[thekuuipo]

One time I had to use the restroom while on my period, but I had to grab a pad first. I went to the break room to get my purse and a coworker asked me why I needed my purse to go to the bathroom. I made eye contact with him and said, “because I’m bleeding out of my vagina.” I’m not ashamed of my period and I don’t u sweat and why so many people are.

[thekuuipo]

Don’t ask for my help unless you really want it.

I’m not the kind of person that gives one or two suggestions when you ask for help with something. I give you about a million different ideas and options of what I think you can and should do.

Want me to contact someone to be in a short film you’re directing? Not only are they contacted, but I’ve found 3 possible people to fill that other role you need, 4 video editing softwares, and venues you can scout other talent.

If you ask for my help, it’s not your project anymore. It’s ours. In other words, I’m going to do everything I can to help you out without stealing your idea.

[thekuuipo]

Whenever I’m social:

Friends: *normal conversation*

Me: The Earth is dying and we’ll likely all be dead within the next 10-15 years.

Friends:

Me:

Friends:

Me:

[puthy]