Push me, I dare you...

“I fell in love and I wasn’t planning on it. No, not that I wasn’t already planning out our wedding by the 15th day and 360th hour of non stop small talk and yes- very deep talk. But I just didn’t exactly want to because the only type of love I was familiar with really liked vacations and red stop lights. The kind of love in which I had a hideous past with involved silence (not the good kind). The love I knew was an unrequited bitch who woke up on the wrong side of the bed most mornings. It missed the bus and took the wrong train, relentlessly trying to get to destinations in which it will never arrive. It mumbled and tip toed around vows, woke them up at 3 am and hoped to god that the sunrise was the new amnesia. The kind of love I knew tweeted “yasss you can get it *insert heart emoji*” just to get me jealous. For the record, Love and I did not have the best record. I was pleasantly taken back to learn that there is other loves… and they are so much more beautiful in person. I learned love was a 5’5 whine saying “I love you more I know I do.” Love was now coffee and I was now a regular. It is promises I actually intend to keep for the first time and knotty hair in my fingers. Love made fun of me, like all the time, but I kind of like it. Love is laying next to me and breathing into the phone so I don’t lose my shit at 5 am when the closet creeks. It was goose bumps on my thighs, two plates on the table with no intention of lies or even company for that matter. Love’s laugh was my all natural medicinal cure but she’ll be sure it’s mary jane. Love has these incredible brown eyes that pierce through any ability I had to stop myself from falling into vortex along with a million other people who are scared as hell refusing to fold their cards. I’ve got the best hand in the house. Love dig graves in her head trying to bury her thoughts. Love sends me lyrics, mostly from songs I’ll already had heard but I listen again for her sake, when she can’t express her hearts actions into words because the word leave will consume her body, subside in her veins, and make her squeamish to the idea of ever getting close to anybody. This kind of love let me in and I let love in. I thoroughly became best friends with Love, who is a stubborn, never-wrong, pain in my ass, honey honey honey. I will love, love, endlessly”
It took me 10 days to fall in love (via detonatedmotifs)

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“Alcohol tastes better than the thought of you and her”
— 10 word story (L.V.K.)

(Source: milesfrom-my-hope, via one-on-one-is-more-fun)

“The further you go, the more you have to be proud of. At the same time, in order to come a long way, you have to be behind to begin with. In the end, though, maybe it’s not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.”
— Sarah Dessen (via purplebuddhaproject)

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wickedclothes:

Portable Nightlight Spheres

Do away with your old nightlights. These portable nightlight spheres can be brought into bed, or carried through your dark house on the way to find a midnight snack. Sold on Amazon.

(via happy-flower-princess-of-d00m)

badoutlawwolf:

mnlmnz:

askfordoodles:

napoleon-and-the-bonapartes:

This bird knows he looks amazing.

Frogmouths are indeed very handsome devils…

Until they open their mouth…

and you realize they are basically bird muppets.

… no comment…
For extra lulz check out these awesome birds’ awkward baby photos:


I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE HEAD TO BODY RATIO TO BE SO CLOSE TO JUST 1:1

This is a “The Expectation vs The Reality” picture in bird form.

badoutlawwolf:

mnlmnz:

askfordoodles:

napoleon-and-the-bonapartes:

This bird knows he looks amazing.

Frogmouths are indeed very handsome devils…

Until they open their mouth…

and you realize they are basically bird muppets.

… no comment…

For extra lulz check out these awesome birds’ awkward baby photos:

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE HEAD TO BODY RATIO TO BE SO CLOSE TO JUST 1:1

This is a “The Expectation vs The Reality” picture in bird form.

(via happy-flower-princess-of-d00m)

defenestrating-things:

crystallized-teardrops:

 ”i hate cheese”

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gET OUT RIGHT NOW

A guy I work with hasn’t had cheese since he was six because his older sister one day while they were eating pizza told him that cheese was actually dead peoples skin that gets scraped off bodies and enjoyed by everyone so idk man I mean I get how some people don’t like cheese.

calligraphicwaves:

If someone cheats on you they do not love you, remember that. If someone cheats on you they do not care about you as much as they say they do. If someone cheats on you it means that for a split second you were off their mind long enough for them to put another person in arms that should only be for you. If someone cheats on you, dear god, I hope you don’t go back to them because you are worth so much more than that.

(via swaggg-you-would-kill-for)

jmarietee:

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Well this was just beautiful

(via swaggg-you-would-kill-for)

democratictravelers:

Lake Louise, Banff, Alberta, Canada.

democratictravelers:

Lake Louise, Banff, Alberta, Canada.

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aunt-flow:

inunchartedwaters:

amplifytheworld:

referencesforartists:

brenanf999:

dontwantyourmoneysir:

anndruyan:

This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.

That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.

This is why we download. 

Spreading this shit like nutella because goddamn textbooks are so expensive. 

not necessarily art related but as someone who couldn’t afford their textbooks this semester this is a godsend

REBLOGGING because after a little digging, I found my $200 textbook for free in PDF form.

friendly reminder that this exists since I know we’re all going back to college soon

signal boost

(via ryenwheat)