Andy Warhol Bridge || Pittsburgh PA
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Andy Warhol Bridge || Pittsburgh PA
I'd be a lot less stressed if I could figure out this whole gender situation
"Believe me" "Believe you? I dont believe in anything."
I'll be fucking shocked if I make it through the summer.
i’m not saying i need validation to live i’m just saying that if my heart was flatlining and the doctor started telling me how great i was instead of trying to revive me my ass would be conscious within ten seconds
me immediately after getting a new computer: i'm going to create an organized system of filing and i will always be able to find everything i'm looking for
one month later: everything is named with a keysmash and they are all in the "downloads" folder
me, with tears in my eyes: time to make a joke
plot twist: you let someone in and they don’t fuck you over
Now this sounds lit
Alone is weird. But I’m going to need to start getting to know it. Maybe we can both find some beauty in each other.
Lily (via wordsnquotes)
People on such short trips usually don’t stick around long enough to realize how ineffective they are being. In Uganda, I got used to seeing groups of young people come for week-long visits at the orphanage where taught English. They would play with the kids, give them a bracelet or something, and then leave all-smiles, thinking they just saved Africa. I was surprised when the day after the first group left, exactly zero of the kids were wearing the bracelet they had received the day prior. The voluntourists left thinking they gave the kids something they didn’t have before (and with bragging rights for life). But the kids didn’t care, because what they really wanted was school uniforms, their school fees to be paid, guaranteed meals, basic healthcare, and the like — the basics. Worse, they can even be harmful to children who struggle with abandonment issues. This should not be understated; have you ever considered the negative impact it routinely has on kids after they bond with someone for a week, and then that person disappears from their life? If your justification for going on these trips is “seeing the smiles on the kids’ faces”, then you’re part of the problem.
7 Reasons Why Your Two Week Trip To Haiti Doesn’t Matter: Calling Bull on “Service Trips” - The Almost Doctor’s Channel (via shinyandloud)
I live in a panicked state that sits somewhere between “don’t be so hard on yourself” and “success is my only option”.
No one is up so I'm grabbing my notebook and my camera and finding a nice place in the valley to catch this
Shorelines and Horizons
I know right now you can't differentiate The ocean from the shoreline. But darling, please believe me The horizon does not mark the end of the sea And the beach it washes up on does not define it. They are still two separate entities where they stand Despite the way the waves will continue to return to crash on the sand No matter how many times it is pushed back away. But darling, you have to believe That you are not the salt of the sea. And high tide will periodically consume The driest sands of the shore And it will erase all the footprints on the beach's floor But it will always be pushed back. Do not allow yourself to return to that Which does not recognize your endless effort To keep its natural state in tact. You are as fierce as the storms out at sea You have the strength and power of a tsunami. Forget the shoreline, darling Your deepest waters contain some of time's greatest mysteries, There is still so much of you to be explored. You have the capability to carry a ship from coast to coast So forget the shoreline and focus on the soldier at the sternpost, Your rough waters can turn boys into men You are a force to be reckoned with But steady waters never made a skillful sailor. Give 'em hell and put an end to the myth That calm waters will guide us home. Forget the shoreline, darling, forget about the sand Because there will come a day Where you will consume every body of land That this earth has to offer. Only then will you begin to understand That the horizon, the shore and the sea Are dependant on one another for the tides and the storms But the ebb and flow of the ocean's waves is all it needs for beauty. ----------- http://hellopoetry.com/wolfbiter/
A boi and his rat.