I don’t know how you feel about it, but I think the world is getting good.
“ To wish you were someone else is wasting the person you are. Confidence comes from not always being right but from not fearing to be wrong. ”
Audrey Kitching (via fuckyeahaudreykitching)
Earthlings
4757.) I am madly in love with you, but I know we won't ever been together. Your 11 years older than me. I feel that your the only person that would ever get me.
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Don’t fret, it happens. I’m living proof that it can happen.
Reblog with your favorite book.
Stranger Than Fiction - Chuck Palahniuktoss up betweeeen
diary by chuck palahniuk and slaughterhouse five by kurt vonnegut.
Fight Club- Chuck Palahniuk
The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Another toss up:
Rant by Chuck Palahniuk and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte…or maybe The World According to Garp by John Irving
I hope Ms. Bee doesn’t mind that I’m using her image as an illustration to my journal entry. It was just so perfect and I didn’t want to be rude and not give her proper credit.
What makes someone human? Is it intelligence? Is someone who is more intelligent than another, more human? When does one get to stop being told they are human and start feeling it? Lately I have been suprising myself with my own decisions and growth. It is as if I am going through ecdysis, peeling back my epedermis to reveal a budding inner self. Without getting into all the messy details I have learned that one does not know heartache when one thinks they do, that you can literaly spend your entire life with someone and still not know who they are or what they are going to say or do, and that you can let go of all your nets and still fall safely.
Time is a beautiful thing. With all our sorry attempts to reverse the aging process, get back to our youth, stop the clock from ticking, we forget what we gain in our metamorphisis into adulthood. We are so keen on looking toward the horizon toward our future and remembering our past that we forget we are living in the present. What did you gain back then that you couldn’t do now? What miracles are you expecting to pop into your life that you couldn’t be working on in your life as you are living it? At the risk of sounding like a metaphysical top of the charts nonsense guru I say live for today because that’s all you get. We aren’t living in our own personal production of “Groundhog Day,” if you don’t do what you want now then you lose that day forever.
Now admittedly I haven’t perfected this process. Everyone has their hang-ups, I have mine, but this is a metamorphisis not a transmogrification. There is no “perfect life fairy” giving you the strength and the inhibition blocking gusto you need to live your life like you want it to be lived. I’ve done things in these last few months that I would have never done if it weren’t for my own personal confidants. Your friends aren’t the ones who tell you “no” for any reason, nor are they the little bobble-heads who pass you through to your next bad decission. Talk to them, talk to your family, talk to the internet, talk to a tree, just get yourself out of your head for a little bit. DO NOT for any reason think that you can do whatever it is you are doing on your own. Good idea or bad idea, one wo/man trip to the moon, you need help. It may be a voyage to personal growth and in the end you are the only one who gets to make your decisions, but you need advice, and you CANNOT grow without a little tears, smiling faces, and fresh perspective.
I know there are things I could be doing that I’m sacrificing to write this. Right now there is an ocean of clothes on my floor, a dish washer filled with dirties, and a piling “to-do” list that I don’t even want to look at let alone accomplish. No one is perfect, least of all me. However, personal growth and life fufillment is not about how much you can do from the moment you open your eyes in the morning to the moment you drift off to the land of nod (most likely completely exhausted), it’s about doing all that with the warm satisfaction that you’ve done a job well done and when you wake up in the morning for the nth time you won’t have any regrets, any worries, anything to say to your partner/parent/sibling/roommate/cieling but “GOOD MORNING!” and mean it.
I’m assuming you are a good person. You get to decide what that means, but if you don’t feel it now you should. I’m saying that I love you because you deserve to hear it. I’m hoping that tomorrow or the rest of the day (depending on your time zone) will be the best day of your life so far; no matter what happens. And finally, I’m telling you right now that there is absolutely nothing short of a bullet to the head that will stop you from living your life if you do not let it. Your partner, the news headlines, your waistline, your test scores, your pay check, that snotty boy or girl who gives you the stink eye, to bastardize “The Labyrinth” for a second, they have no power over you.
I love you, I love you, I love you!
Bailey
Show your tits.
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We had come to count on the privilege of this view into Jackson’s clearly pained existence. Yet we continued to dance to his songs at parties, exalt the talents of his youth and younger years, and give him credit for changing the landscape of music. It was as if there were two different Michael Jacksons, the one who was here and the one who was already gone.
And now that Michael Jackson is gone, not just the part of him we loved and worshiped, but also those parts of him that we questioned and mocked, we are left with a confounding and massive emptiness.
”Carrie Brownstein on Michael Jackson’s death
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EXACTLY.
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I didn’t want to flood my tumblog with him. I didn’t want to see his face, I didn’t want to think about it. I guess it’s easy to say that I was always on his side, always rooting from the sidelines in the face of opposition, because you don’t know me. You don’t know that I’d always hoped that his health would get better and he would go on tour again, or at least make a few more songs so he could touch the younger generations and not just be the butt of an ill-informed joke. Children won’t know how much he did for the world and that breaks my heart more than his death.
Michael Jackson - Earth song
Such an epic song…especially at the end, where you can hear Michael is just pissed and pouring out all of his emotions about everything in the world. Powerful stuff.
One of my favs. Such a moving piece that is still relevant today
detail
Clown paper doll for a show.
quiver and shake par moi
I’m getting kind of burnt out with tumblr.
“ Il y a de grands voyages qu’on ne fait bien qu’en pantoufles. ”
Jean Sarment
