unchartedlust replied to your photo: ash and i on the train ride back from visiting our… Yay!! I’m so happy for you, Aleey! You’re such a cool gal who only deserve what she wants. :) <3 thank you ariel! i’m incredibly happy myself. ^^
50shades-of-ba-sing-se asked: Hi~
glasshalfbeautiful asked: Heyyyyy therrrrre
nex-umbra asked: Hello :p
vintagememry asked: Hello darling
l0upgar0u asked: HIIII!!!!!!!!!
eponinian asked: WTF are you doing here? Go home to Germany. (that's hello.)
fire-dad asked: hi
unchartedlust asked: Hi! =^_^=
Put a “Hi” in my ask & I’ll answer:
fire-dad: witch-boots: benewavvy: 1. First impression: 2. Truth is: 3. How old do you look: 4. Have you ever made me laugh: 5. Have you ever made me mad: 6. Best feature: 7. Have I ever had a crush on you: 8. You’re my: 9. Name in my phone: 10. Should you post this too? im in a really good mood so let me say nice things about you Ok sure yeah ok Everyone is being really nice...
the problem with life is
[[MORE]]so i feel safer doing this via tumblr (and/or i abhor facebook and have absolutely no inclination to go there and say anything at all ever amen period): we broke up. we’re still best friends. i’m okay, and at a friend’s house. still marginally angry with my father, but mostly just hurt that he ever dared to say things the manner in which he said them to me on monday...
lights will guide you home and ignite your bones and i will try to fix you.
oh no! people on the internet don’t like me! that crater of necessary vindication via nameless, faceless people at their keyboards will never be filled now!
you can't fall off the mattress that's on the...
if i’m being honest i can’t fall off of the proverbial horse if i’m always too scared to get on in the first place. and i am, because who wants to if they know they’re going to fall. i’ve fallen enough on my own. i don’t even need the horse now.
Steubenville Petition →
please sign. please.
i can’t tell if i’m so tired that my mind keeps telling me to put on futurama because it’s what i use as a lullaby or if i really just want to watch futurama because it’s fucking good.
my brother just yelled at my dad through the bathroom door for being on the phone while he’s going to the bathroom. i love my family.
this episode of army wives is legitimately going to kill me.
wars are on battlefields, most times the result of smoke and mirrors, of bitter resentment and quiet distrust, built on the legacy of men with jellyfish backbones and gaps in their teeth that whistle out rumors and lies until they became truth at the hands of civilians with guns. wars are words assembled, disassembled, then forced together differently ringing against empty ear canals of dead men,...
But the female mind has demonstrated a capacity for all the mental acquirements...– Nikola Tesla (via scinerds)
my wife comes back today! i can’t wait. she needs to get home from new jersey already so, i can pummel her into a world of cuddles (despite how sore she is from being all awesome at crossfit cert training.) devin will laugh at me for posting this, because he’s a wonderful boyfriend who doesn’t make fun of me. much.
if i could spend all my days watching miyazaki films over and over, i most assuredly would.
Petition to change the national anthem to R.... →
fire-dad: steviemcfly: steviemcfly: steviemcfly: This is an important petition, guys. If you don’t sign it, the terrorists have won. You guys are all about some “if this gets 100,000 notes, my mom will buy me an ice cream sandwich,” but if this gets 100,000 signatures, the White House will actually have to address this, and I don’t know about you, but I need—not want, need—to read that...
neil-gaiman: Watch this video. It’s Amanda, giving her talk at TED two days ago. It’s about music and connection and being willing to ask for help… It got a standing ovation, and you’ll see why. this is wonderful. inspirational. amanda palmer is one of my idols; she’s fantastic.
The Cacophony of an Ever-Changing Dosage
We learn life in doses, unmeasured, at both alarming and indiscernible rates. The first effective lessons learned are through our body; lungs that carry cries to demand food or attention for a plethora of needs; feet that wobble on unsteadily until we reach our goal; stretching, tiny fingers that ache to grasp, hold, and conquer; eyes that blink open in awe or close shut for need of reprieve;...
oh wow hey i can post shit again.
all right so i don't know why but i can't post in...
findingrohan asked: I seriously want that poem about me. I've been in the weirdest funk lately. I miss you btw but I also like learning about you from all the writing you do. So enigmatic from my POV lol
A Humble Practitioner: Chivalry →
abriefhistoryinmakebelieve: Chivalry: a word associated with how men are meant to behave in relation to women. Some women expect to be treated that way because they hold true to a man being a gentlemen, and a woman being treated as though she’s a queen, and the media both supports and parodies this idea on a regular basis,… so, i wrote this on my other account. i won’t reblog it...
Anonymous asked: you have 2% of my love...why is that?
now your part is played with rests
i don’t think it’s fair when life keeps moving after you’ve stopped being apart of it. there should be a pause a beat, a fermata in this broken sonata that is my superfluous life; that way your part can drop out as the piccolos pick up. or maybe the fucking cellos or an oboe, or sixteen violas something to make up for the lack of music you bring to it. but there’s...
i am enjoying listening to They Might Be Giants way too much.
i’m having a hard time coping with the fact that chris from n’sync plays chip skylark on the fairly odd parents.
i hope i continue to be a comfortable shoulder to lean on that people will continue to find my ear a comfort and that my arms and their hugs will never go out of style.
I've got this little brother
who speaks in tongues that flow, fluid and smooth, over his lips, just as the oceans on the isle lick at his toes; who has cracks around his frame that he doesn’t see, that burst with light he doesn’t know he has; who has a smile that hurts when it hits me in the chest; who has eyes that send me into second-guessing every word that’s ever left me and every word i’ve ever...
my cat is the most unflappable little nuisance. despite balled-up socks, an empty tiny green cup that had housed milk being thrown at her, me snapping my fingers, and a book, she remained intent on dragging whatever it was that so entranced her out of the blue, small basket in my room. she’s finally decided that my typing fingers are more interesting: just not as interesting as her...
why’d you leave mike you were so good also, how long were those credits jesus, they’re lucky i like that song so much
oh shit as the credits are rolling i just realized that patrick ewing was also in this movie oh man it’s like watching my elementary self have a basketball related orgasm all over again.
amateurcatalyst: nothing says true friendship like knowing what kind of porn your friends like and linking it to them when you happen to find it
samandriel: CAN ANYBODY ELSE TASTE THE STUPID i just… i can’t.
i’ve had the chorus to “same love” by macklemore in my head all day. and i can’t change, even if i tried, even if i wanted to.
friendship is fickle, held loosely by thread tucked neatly together and often torn asunder by words left unsaid. as people we are drawn to those cut of our cloth; we find symmetry in their endless humanity, akin to the heat-seeking moth. it takes time, patience, the virtues we are taught a fertile foundation for strong vines from strong minds to grow together, as their ought. our friendships...