✨tori✨

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[dankmemesreasonforliving]

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[shitpostinguniverse]

[tori-s-valicsko]

what is wrong with humanity?! 😂

dan is quaking lol

[apersnicketylemon]

Stop screaming about how ‘queer is a slur’ every time someone says ‘I like being queer’ or ‘I id as queer’ or ‘let people id as queer’.

We fucking know. All our words are slurs. Lesbian started as a slur. Gay started as a slur. Bisexual started as a psychological disorder, same with transgender. All our words have bad starts, the point in us using them was to reforge their sword into our armour.

Let us id as queer in peace. Stop harassing people over their identities.

[tori-s-valicsko]

Realisation

I've seen BBC Sherlock twice already but that was quite some time ago. Now as I rewatched it something just changed in me. The whole show resonated with me on a new level.

And I've come to a conclusion. A revelation of sorts.

Being clever is not something I have to hide.

I don't have to dumb things down.

I don't have to tell my classmates I spent 5 hours studying after getting an A when in reality I barely flipped through the book.

I am allowed to be smarter than other people.

Men and women both.

I am allowed to show off sometimes.

I am allowed to be who I am.

I am allowed to be proud of my intellect.

I am allowed to be clever.

I am allowed to be clever.

[tori-s-valicsko]

We cling to sunshine as if cold could't bring us happiness. #morningthoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/BoQgO_ygt-k/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1b6rwp8pf9w32

[just-shower-thoughts]

Having social anxiety is like driving between two semi-trucks on the highway, except the moment you do that, they immediately match your speed and don’t let you pass.

[eearth-deactivated20180601]

it’s wild to think that like.. all the raw materials to make like an iphone.. or a laptop.. or the internet.. have all existed for literally the entire history of humanity.. all the stuff.. has been here.. on earth.. and all the natural forces.. electricity… magnetism.. have all existed.. but.. we just didn’t know how to put it all together.. like… i wonder what miracles exist around us.. right now.. at this very moment.. that we can’t even imagine 

[tori-s-valicsko]

#246

She didn't leave a note. Sometimes there's nothing else left to say. Sometimes the quiet she leaves behind holds all the answers people need. Sometimes the dark swallowing her up can tell them all the secrets. But sometimes... Sometimes people don't listen. They don't want to hear it. The quiet, the darkness - they were only her friends. Others don't understand that. Because they don't want to, they chose not to. Because they never even try. She screamed and screamed but it had always hit deaf ears. Her tears seen only by blind eyes and her fake smile perceived by clouded minds. Nobody knew her struggle.

She begged and begged for her demons to leave but they didn't. And no one helped her kick them out. She fought all alone all the way. And people were surprised when she finally gave in. See, I said 'gave in'. They said 'gave up'. I don't think it's giving up rather than giving in when all your mind can say is JUST DIE ALREADY.

She's lost the battle. She stood no chance against herself. In the final 'life or death?' question she picked what she was told. There was no note. She didn't feel the need of words. What she wanted she already said. Not her fault they didn't hear.

[tori-s-valicsko]

Gyönyörű

Gyönyörű volt. Főleg a lelke. De nem úgy, mint a naplemente, mely tompa szivárványként vörössel és narancssárgával árasztja el az eget, mikor a Nap komótosan a hegy alá bukik. A virágoskerthez sem hasonlított, mely minden tavasszal édes illattal tölti meg a levegőt, boldogságot lopva az emberek szívébe. Sokkal inkább olyan volt, mint a japán teáskannák. A hagyomány szerint, ha a kanna eltörik, a repedést arannyal foltozzák be. Így a kanna egyre csak szebb lesz. Az ő lelke pont ilyen volt. Egyre szebb és szebb, minden egyes töréssel.

[tori-s-valicsko]

THAT girl

She wasn't fragile like a flower that's so small and dainty even the slightest of wind would break it. And she wasn't like a porcelane vase either. A material so precious yet so easily destroyed by letting go. She wasn't like a new phone that you don't even dare to touch in fear of leaving a scratch on it. Instead she was fragile like a bomb. An unstable mixture you can never fully understand but one that can make everything around it even with the ground. And that is what made her special, stand out among everyone else. The fact that she was deadly.

[tori-s-valicsko]

Question

If I say 'I love you' enough will the feeling eventually catch up with the phrase? Or am I just fooling myself and someone else, too?

[tori-s-valicsko]

Mornings

Do you know that feeling when you take a certain tram or bus only because that cute someone is always there? I just wanted you to know that you are also a reason somebody wakes up 10 minutes earlier to catch that one bus, that one tram, the one where they can lay eyes on you. And their day is instantly a little better because of that. When they see you smile as you sleepily gaze out the window watching the city ever so slowly wake up. The way your eyes light up when a good song comes on. The slow motions your lips make as you go over the lines of the book in your hand, or the ruffling noise the paper makes as you flip your notebook revising once more before school. Or maybe the way you awkwardly struggle pulling your guitar through the morning crowd. That little moment when you subtly check your makeup in your phone's screen. As you lift your hand and try put your hair behind your ears but ultimately fail because of the earphone cord. All these moments you didn't even notice made someone's heart melt a bit. You made them smile and you made them like mornings. Even Mondays. You are the sole reason they don't mind getting up or going to school. YOU are the source of their smile, the happiness in their mornings. And the sad thing is: you don't even realize.

[tori-s-valicsko]

About love

Falling in love is very easy. It's falling out of love that is the problem.

It all starts with a heartbreak, when your love streams down on your face in the form of tears. And then, when you're empty and your cheeks are dry somebody new will come and you'll fall again. As though love is an endless well and once you're inside, you're never truly free again, spiraling down all the way to the bottom, where all the tears that you've cried through the years had formed a pool of bittersweet water. A pool that softens your landing, water splashing on the hard walls, as you make the last fall of your life. A fall that doesn't hurt anymore. A fall that means you've found a person who drops you a rope and pulls you out. Only to push you back after the happy years you thought to be forever. And then you start again from the beginning, tears filling the well as you make your way closer to the bottom. Love is an endless cycle. You just need to find the one who drops you a rope and gets you out. And will never push back.

[tori-s-valicsko]

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