“Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.”
— C.S. Lewis
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“Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.”
— C.S. Lewis
ok so this is a reminder for anyone who needs it: START NOW. stop being scared of having your dream life and desires, stop being too lazy to make progress, stop letting intrusive thoughts eat you alive. do you really want to end up like the average person who never got the opportunity to live the life of their dreams? we are the 1% out of BILLIONS of people who know about the law. that know that we can change anything we want about ourselves just with our thoughts. most people think that they have to work their whole lives for what they want, but we know that this isn’t the only way to get our desires. LET THAT SINK IN!! It’s so simple when you actually think about it. YOU HAVE THE POWER. stop being scared of what you hold within you. stop waiting for a tomorrow, and another tomorrow, and the cycle continues. JUST STOP. there’s no better time than today. the world is yours. mwah 💋
love,
glamourbae 💋
𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: August 15. Wasted day. Spent sleeping and lying down. END ID]
this is how it works... ur young until ur not.... u love until u dont.... u try until u cant... u laugh until u cry.... u cry until u laugh... and everyone must breath until their dying breath.... /lyr
diversity win! your unreliable narrator is gay
A glitch on a TV screen /Our heavenly bodies / reflecting off of each other in the dark/ glittering skin in our body fluids / of golds and blues / glowing like phosphorescence/of condensed dust made of angels /in your apartment in a Chicago high rise/ we are a collection of recycled dying stars
"you look tired" well the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease
Never trust both your eyes, close one from time to time and make sure one of them’s not a liar.
Sirius: *tiptoes back to potters house late*
James, turning in his chair: where have you been?
Sirius, sweating nervously: I was… I was visiting my brother?..
Regulus, turning in another chair: really?
Sirius:
Sirius: wait, what the fuck are you doing here?
men will have the same dream multiple times a week for six years wherein their ex lover (imagined here as god) explains how she has completely moved on (it took two years) and how one day you will move on too (it will take twenty years) and how the version of her that loved you is dead and she reacts with pity and discomfort and utter indifference when you try to kiss her one last time. sorry this was gonna be an 'instead of going to therapy' joke but now I'm just thinking about how fucked that scene was. Jesus fucking christ
literally true love is possible only in the next world for new people it is too late for us
if i could have any superpower it would be to have my teeth be brushed without having to move or even think about it. just every morning and night like clockwork, it’s already done for me.
sorry dude can’t hang out I’m making up scenarios in my head. sorry no it’s gonna take up all my time.
stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day
happy one year anniversary to possibly the best plum poem since william carlos williams' "this is just to say"
It’s not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.
Marilyn Monroe (via quotemadness)
what kinda 20s are y’all experiencing, music is all that’s getting me through this