when you catch up on a tv show and run out of episodes to watch and feel empty and lost inside
Is it weird that this feels more inspirational than any real person before and afters?
i’m so sorry but if you have “works at tumblr” on your facebook profile no hard feelings man but stay as far away from me as u possibly can
the awkward moment when we all couldn’t help but agree with President Snow.
You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.
I can’t believe I’m even more beautiful than I think I am this is incredible where’s my modeling contract
You can’t escape followers, i’ve already glued the door shut
Nice try followers, but I replaced all the glass with rubber.
Too late followers, I’ve already cloooggged all the toooiiiiillleeeetttts
it’s so stupid that we’re expected to pay over $200,000 for a college degree
american education system what r u doin
I want to go to this exact point and run around it saying “I’m in Sweden!” I’m in Finland!” “I’m in Norway!” until I get tired
i aspire to great things in life
According to Google Maps, that point is in the middle of a small lake.
So we’ll do it in January when it’s frozen.
actually that’s why they’ve helpfully dropped a big-ass cement block with a bridge surrounding it in the middle of the lake: for the express purpose of doing what OP aspires to do
do u ever go to unfollow someone but then u see some rly good posts and u just kind of
you can stay
THIS IS SO INSPIRATIONAL I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES
When I was younger and not yet experiencing growing pains,
my father kept a collection of all the birds eggs he’d ever found
on the ledge of the garage windowsill,
even the blue speckled sparrow eggs already split in half,
the tiny body that used to be harbored inside them no longer anywhere in sight.
Now, years later, they say one of the most fear-inducing dreams
is one in which all the deer you’ve accidentally run over on a dark night
come back to haunt you one by one,
but for me the most terrifying one
involves seeing all the different people I’ve ever been in my life
inside that very same car.
I was already learning from my father
to collect pain in the form of beauty
long before I reached the cusp of adulthood
and wished to crash on a road late at night, not into deer,
but into myself and end everything.
Now, an average of once a month I cut two inches off my hair
and plan out the next tattoo-
if I can’t crack myself open and bleed out all the hurt just like the yolk
in my father’s eggs,
at least maybe I can learn how to keep something
but also let something go.