umtableforoneplease:

NOW THIS IS THE FUCKING SHIT THAT WOULD QUALIFY THIS YEAR AS THE FUTURRE
I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.

Henri Barbusse (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

Okay stuff like this. When people are like ‘I am more sensitive’ ‘other people don’t notice what I notice’ and then those same people are like ‘I pretend like I don’t notice every little thing but I actually do notice it all’. Like what makes you think that every single other person isn’t doing that exact thing?? like every person has a complex compilation of feelings and emotions and sensitivities inside them. They all pick up on details that they believe no one else is aware of, and naturally we are and can only ever be completely aware of what goes on in our own mind, but why do people assume that the same level of cognition is just not present in every other person even though we ourselves can’t feel it??? 

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my-innocence-is-lost:

owlmylove:

craized:

trees like these are the best to sit under and read books or draw or just relax and be alone 

or you can climb it and sit up in the foliage waiting for unsuspecting pedestrians to walk by so you can swing down on one of the roots with a Tarzan scream and kick them in the face before running from the traffic cops

two kinds of people.

I’ve been thinking about something lately.

Imagine this:

You’re on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They’re a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. “Flight attendants take your seats now”, you hear, the pilot’s voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you’ve just been hit with a football. That’s what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.

Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you’re remarkably fixed on one vision – your parents. They’re sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that’s that.

Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down – hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall – you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you’ve just been granted life in overtime.

Here’s the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven’t spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can’t you be bothered with anymore? What’s the new you like?

Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?

John Mayer (via contrafuckingband)

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vinebox:

When she quotes your answer to her question word from word she knows

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herpyderpyk:

♛
Nothing like ’90s R&B.

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whatisthat-velvet:

frozenwithversaceice:

frozenwithversaceice:

ghdos:

dynastylnoire:

whatisthat-velvet:

"I’m Black, y’all!"

Cover the babies lord.

Black children are God’s gift.

These are important lessons. It may not seem like it but she’s learning to love her black skin and thats important

But wait this might be my favorite thing on this website

Wow, tumblr loves my baby lol

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itpiercesskin:

diccups:

its versace

onion bling

Tracee Ellis Ross trying to understand No Flex Zone

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vagiants:

Me: *before I take my first bite*

Mom: is it good?

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