My thoughts, My guts spilled out to you, My place to freely speak, Mine, all Mine.


I’m gonna put this here, because it never fails to make me happy.

(If you don’t love Fred Rogers, you’re probably an empty shell of a human being and I don’t think we can be friends.)


Vaadhoo Island, Maldives. 

Here; I must go here. 

be silly with me!

Lessons from Mrs. Manestar

Spray pieces of paper with cologne (or perfume in my case) and place them in the pockets or folds of clothes when you put them away. This keeps them smelling nice :) It’s genius!

The truth is rarely pure and never simple

—The Importance of being Earnest

I don’t believe it. 
Not one word.

But sometimes it takes more courage to live than to shoot yourself.

—Albert Camus, A Happy Death (via coffeepeople)

(Source: recuperare)

Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open if its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what had become of it.

—Memoirs of a Geisha

2. Be a vigorous dancer


But you are under no obligation to join a conga line. 

(via rulesformyunbornson)

Also, total self dependency is stupid. There’s a reason solitary confinement is a punishment and makes people go crazy.

I love you.

Those three powerful words.
I am fortunate to have a very supportive family,
And for most of my life supportive friends as well.
I have become used to hearing the words, “I love you”

Not used to in a way that makes them less meaningful,
But used to in a way that makes them sorely missed.
This separation from those who openly and obviously care for me makes me anxious
I think that my emotional stability is closely linked to this.
When I’m apart from those people and lack that frequent support I falter
It makes me doubt and question myself.

And I search for a substitute, a replacement

  • Tyler: She's trying to kiss me. I'm in a relationship
  • Me: With who? Your hand?
  • Tyler: Committed!

Why is it that as soon as I begin the trek uphill, something pops up in my face that pushes me over and laughs as I roll down?